A Chapter

I are you

So why did you do it?

Love Babylon?

The Love of Peace

Becoming greater than

The lust for specialness

Flowering

Not to modify

But to replace

The solitary hand

Dealt as gravestones

Scavenger, liar

Addict and thief

Wandered before Dawn

Taking with total disregard

Of Life Itself

A creature of the Light

That roamed the night

Too afraid to live

Too clever to die

Killing to survive

If only you knew

What was meant to kill you

Is killing me

Would you forgive me?

You were only a child

And never deserved pain

Then again, so was I

And nor did I

Still, I forced my

Self-loathing onto you

It wasn’t your cross to bear

For those who know me

As the Great Deceiver

—which is everybody—

Your due sorrow

Is complete in me

They do not believe you

Because they cannot see you

Cannot hear you

They accuse you

Of being a mask

The one you chose

For them to see

The one you chose

To be you

Forgive them

For trusting in you

Forgive them

For believing in you

A judgment for

Is a judgment against

Justice is vengeance

In this place

The sick hating the sickness

Because it’s loved as its own

Oh, Children of Man

What have you become?

It’s exhausting

Living lies

Within lies

Within the Great Lie

I’m tired of lying

I’m tired from dying

Here’s this wanting thing

It’s all wrapped up in pain

One can choose to leave it

Or choose to be it again

The desire to be blind

Is to hide the hated thing

At the breaking point

The will to follow the question

If what you believe you see

Is Truly what is

Normality is Insanity

The world sure seems

A strange place to go

To get well

I searched my world

For a way to express my Self

And all I found was guilt

It’s “true” and yet changing

It’s quite confusing

The subjective

Objectifying itself

There’s a great darkness here

It’s afraid

Afraid of retribution

It’s defending itself against

A perverted mirror image

Of itself

It sees itself

As a vulnerable little thing

It witnesses its innocence

Through the eyes of ignorance

It makes believe

That pleasure and pain

Are separate from one another

It doesn’t see that

It’s its own enemy

Two faced

Then one face

Then no face at all

Emoting fear

A world ensues

Focus on something near to you

Notice the contradiction?

Project what we believe

To be the truth

And what we wish

To be different

In order to paint a world

In our own image

Watch in rage

As the paint runs and fades

It must be some “other”

That did this

Talking to myself

Telling stories

I’d need to hear later

Stories deemed helpful

For Insight

The stories themselves

Point to the original fall

In which the wish

That the uncaring care

Is the top side

I didn’t see it before

How being a victim

Was built into

Every interaction

How being a victim

Was the bottom

The wish is still with me

They won’t accept

That they’re looking at a mask

Because they still want the pain

“Suffer like me,” they clamor

“Take my guilt”

End the wish

That the uncaring care

The beginning of the story

Is its end

The world faded

As Wisdom appeared before me

She gently rested

Her right hand on my cheek

And peered through the eyes

Directly into the Soul

With a look of deep concern

She observed,

“You’re in a lot of pain”

“Yes, but I’m almost there

I’m just outside of the Door”

She put her hands

On my shoulders

I rested my head on hers

She embraced me

I wept

Almost Home

Son of Man

My Son

Born to be a perpetrator

Born to be opposed

Would prefer that I be a victim

Too afraid to turn inwards

Suffering alone

Paralyzed and dying

Crushed by the weight of a world

That was never real

Embodying a self-imposed prison

This is where it began

This is where it ends

Salvation lies here

Wisdom makes herself

Lovingly available

To the Kind of Heart

Nowhere

Is the chaos of confusion

More apparent than at

The juncture of mirrors

All converged

Around the dualistic

Juncture of mirrors

Coalescing

Into one final push

For forgiveness

And honesty

Only to reveal

What was already known

Philosophically:

That the spiritual

As a belief system

Is still all lies

It’s the positive pole

To what the world

Is made to hide

Hell being the negative

Cause and effect

Flipped and reversed

Opposed to what’s

True and Real

The world faded

As Wisdom appeared before me

She touched my forehead

And Lovingly asked,

“You know that it’s over

Don’t you?”

If all of one’s thoughts

Belong to them

Then what are they looking at?

Look at the story

Look very closely

To where it all began

Where is it?

Fragments of the core story

Became apparent

At the center of others

They’re exactly as supposed

They’re my children

They’re still expecting me

To be their past

They’re still expecting me

To accept their guilt

Who are they?

“I want to go Home,”

Wisdom said as she appeared

For the third time

Melancholy and in mourning

Is an appropriate response

To the end of the world

I forgive myself

For pushing away Love

I forgive all others

As they are me

Mindfulness

She’s not a story

She’s not a body

She’s not an object of my desire

She’s an expression of Love

And I Love her as my Heart

And my best friend

By trusting me

You bring Love to me

And by Loving me

You become my Heart

Thank you for letting me in

For allowing me

To be in Love with you

I woke up

And found the world burning

Love, Reverence, and Kindness

Behold Her!

A singular expression of Love

That replaced a world

We reach out

We Touch

There’s nothing but Heaven

Crucify the Self

By not nurturing Heart

You’re in some strange bed

Your back’s against the wall

Your eyes are closed

You cannot see

You’re waiting

Hands clasp

And a whirlwind of Light

Bringing Life

Travels to the center

Healing all wounds

Your eyes are opening

You’re beginning to See

There’s no more waiting

You’re Here