The Drama of It All
"Perception precedes reality." -Warhol
possiamo sapere quanto il nostro passato si intrecci con il futuro. solo essando noi stessi avremo la certezza che ogni avvenimento che accade non sarĂ per puro caso
i congratulate myself.
i made it thru judgment and condemnation
when my soul was trapped in hell i clawed up
to redeem myself and army crawled forward
not knowing what the end would be. making it
through demonization, villinization and even through
exile i was delighted to finally breathe fully
no longer having to hold my breath just to survive
no longer feeling the terror of the night
the arrow that flies by noonday has no real or permanent power
it is not pregnant with life or spirit
it is a facade of the colonized
(colonized religion, colonized family, colonized government, colonized thought)
that had buried me is seen, and now the realization that the power
was there all along in me. no other form against me shall prosper
that glory shields me from any enemy that attempts to cause harm
they will be exposed and bound by the conceptions of their misdeeds
may the feminine and masculine waters within come into balance
that my fruits and vegetation shall come into harvest and i can
galvanize the emotional and spiritual maturity that is necessary
to care for and maintain and love on my harvest
congratulations.
never again give into the terror of the night.
no longer suffocated by false prophets
this false concept of god and love. no longer subjecting myself
to people or spaces that cause chronic chaos and chronos confusion
these things have no real power only a fool's facade
the red sea has parted. moses mother mary conscious life has arrived!
what is the point of looking back when my harvest is before me?
ENOUGH of the trapped terror of the night
the arrow that flies at noon has done its wounding
the red sea has been parted and crossed over
there exists no need to turn back when my harvest is here
support, supply, and weapons of spiritual warfare
the desires of my ancestors are at the peak of sprouting
there is no need to turn back. the soil i stand on now is praised
positioned in truth and liberated
i made it. i shall not want any longer
the wheel has turned and all is balanced, fool's journey
has nowhere else to go next. all avenues are exhausted
illusions released. so. many. illusions. the many good seeds remain
the old path is sacrificed. crucified. to create new
there are no paths left from the brick wall
the "teacher" is overthrown, but by my exile there is exit
there is a hole in the wall since sledgehammering myself out
i dance a new avenue of my own
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