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The tangled web we weave Entangling ourselves and each other In the stickiness Like a glue that wants to harden And solidify into something fixed
All this entangling must come undone Sometimes in one fell swoop Often as a gradual erosion
The inherited and conditioned patterns Woven into us unconsciously Parents, religion, morality All the ancestral wounds Playing themselves out in each of us
All this must cease being the driver Of our urges, our habits and our addictions
This is a call to become naked and innocent To fall into the unknowing-ness prior to personality
It is no small call, not for the feint of heart It is a warriors challenge, for it takes great courage To take everything off To remove the veils To open Pandora’s box To meet the ghosts To face any and all demons Not from a place of war But from the deepest peace and openness As the sky accepts the tumult of the storm.
Sometimes I just get so sick of all this ridiculous bullshit I try and remember it’s all a leela, a play, a game And only consciousness is real And ignorance is the only real enemy (and not one to be fought with but to be transcended with awareness)
But in truth I get weary Walking this world As it implodes And eats itself with division
I discovered love to be the only worthy thing Worth standing for And I devoted my life, my service, my every breath to that
I have not transcended the world I am not above it I feel it in every fibre of my being I feel it all, the suffering, the horror, The blindness, the blame, the malevolence The manipulation, the tyranny My how it hurts sometimes
And all I can do is speak it, Say its name, in the pain of love I know I am not alone in this And maybe you feel the same sometimes
There is no remedy And I’m not looking for positive words If we don’t speak the truth We are doomed This is my song of grieving.