Against this austere backdrop we find pockets of humanity thriving, itching and experimenting into balance. Awash in media haze it’s few who break through mental conditioning self-doubt fear and insanity to discard the tired tools of repression. Many are the casualties, incalculable the social deficit — we find ourselves between betwixt hesitating transfixed while the power brokers play on, their machine momentum never stops, the churning of the whole world into blood/chaos/ownership, pushing the rift may be too much, may be the birth of a new day dawning, but at what cost? At what point can we start healing this rage-wracked world? Shaped by historical forces, individuals reborn caught up in the flow of time, river ways deposit sediment silt banks and estuaries, death decay water washes away, gases bubbling off and the solids sink to return mineral. Finding ourselves pushed along and our specific gravity buoys or momentum lost and it’s settling, like to like, piling up waves crash lick and lap, sandy banks where we collapse refugees of the modern.
Predicated upon crass opportunism and imbalance: the market place
To realize the scope of the individual mind, bound up inseparable karmic chains of rebirth dharma yoke we choke on the burden but tender moments reveal, insight fortifies the resolve to walk boldly to claim bodily, our human dues to connect, collect, pass through changing.
This is the fire of your light, internal force unstoppable flashes your green eyes, bringing to bear a needed analysis, the missing experience this experiment we improvise and adjust. Inner self made flesh strikes lightening through time illuminates in stark relief, pulses chart the distance between and gravity pulls us down but energy sparks received explode up and out.
How we end up here, intuition and it’s mostly obvious really – things are what they are regardless of our illusions the objective world exists and maybe freedom is like walking through time, waking up in any of the infinite universes of possibility, but maybe also it matters what we’ve done and do, though we choose whether or not to discover the world around us, the disenfranchised exist, the earth remembers, the ghosts stand haunting and this repetition of trauma and violence destroys from within – then the fires overrun.
