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Perpetual cruelty, a columnless spiral of infectious desire, breaks and
reforms. The rejoining of mind and soul. Drawn out phrases;
long and silent pauses in between. Words that carry meanings not
known to the lips that give birth to them. Memories like flashes
of light, passing through shadows cast in the presence of trees.
At the floor of this existance peace can be found. If only
short-lived in the day of a god. Can man ever comprehend wht
seems so well hidden from him? As easily as he find fear in the
words of a prophet, maybe, possibly. If he were to deny what his
heart desires, what pride and prejudice breed into him. Maybe
then would his eye be open, maybe then would his ears hear the voice of
conscience.
Can rythm be found no longer in the clangs and clamour of man's false splendor? The world man made with his own hands, playing God (in his absence), he built upon the foundations of the Great Mother, hiding her face from the light. Was his original intent to kill her? To rip the bosom from his mouth before he was yet weened? Before he was yet grown? From her, he filled his belly and his mind, and sank himself into the depths of her memory, suffocating in his own confusion. But with a mother's love, she forgave him. She picked him up and cleaned his face, holding him close.
She whispered into his ear, "You have yet to learn my child. There is still much laid out before you along the path I have chosen for you. No longer shall you stumble round endlessly in the shadows you cast. All the answers you seek are within you. I know, for I have put them there for safe-keeping. Shhh, quiet thy heavy beating of thy heart and listen. Wisdom is like a stone thrown across the surface of water. At any moment it could sink and be lost. So choose your stones wisely, and remember to have faith in thy hands I have given you. If faith can move mountains, just think of what it can do with a stone. Stop reaching out to grasp onto the things that were never meant to be held - like grasping water and chasing the wind. What your hands cannot hold you build a prison for, lock it away to say that you have mastered it. How can you be master of another if he is not master of himself? Is that to say you are a slave to another - who really holds the keys? Live in harmony with one's self and with all that is around you. You are but a reflection on the surface of a vast ocean. You may creat ripples, but I create waves. Remember this and forever will your reflection remain the day of a god."
Can rythm be found no longer in the clangs and clamour of man's false splendor? The world man made with his own hands, playing God (in his absence), he built upon the foundations of the Great Mother, hiding her face from the light. Was his original intent to kill her? To rip the bosom from his mouth before he was yet weened? Before he was yet grown? From her, he filled his belly and his mind, and sank himself into the depths of her memory, suffocating in his own confusion. But with a mother's love, she forgave him. She picked him up and cleaned his face, holding him close.
She whispered into his ear, "You have yet to learn my child. There is still much laid out before you along the path I have chosen for you. No longer shall you stumble round endlessly in the shadows you cast. All the answers you seek are within you. I know, for I have put them there for safe-keeping. Shhh, quiet thy heavy beating of thy heart and listen. Wisdom is like a stone thrown across the surface of water. At any moment it could sink and be lost. So choose your stones wisely, and remember to have faith in thy hands I have given you. If faith can move mountains, just think of what it can do with a stone. Stop reaching out to grasp onto the things that were never meant to be held - like grasping water and chasing the wind. What your hands cannot hold you build a prison for, lock it away to say that you have mastered it. How can you be master of another if he is not master of himself? Is that to say you are a slave to another - who really holds the keys? Live in harmony with one's self and with all that is around you. You are but a reflection on the surface of a vast ocean. You may creat ripples, but I create waves. Remember this and forever will your reflection remain the day of a god."