Human sadness resides in lies The whispered deception that we were born sinners Gaping voids in the soul Fragile and yearning... Without hope of becoming more.
Helpless, we cradle our need for salvation For we are but ants, they say Scurrying through shadows Blind to our own magnificence.
Through life, we wander like vagabonds Eyes wide yet seeing nothing Feet rooted in stagnation Hearts encased in ice We laugh, yet inside, we weep... A bittersweet symphony of silence.
We follow the scribbled script of society A stage divided by extremes... Where self-abuse is one currency Flagellation of the soul, the other offering.
Castrating our dreams... Extinguishing our fire... All for a ticket to an unreachable heaven.
As the days of life, stretch into shadows Sadness burgeons within us A nebulous ailment... An infection of the spirit... Sacrificing our innate gifts to appease the worst in others Those who call themselves, well adjusted Only to see broken hopes reflected back For they cannot hide from themselves while in solitude Where all is revealed and nothing can be concealed.
We are taught to cower before our own power... To shun our pure pleasures... Born from clean intentions But how can we expect them to understand They project their own impurities Empty, rigid beings Reflecting their malice.
But it is never too late Do not surrender to despair For within you, a warrior stirs... A sage whispers... There lies your real savior.
Feed the flickering flame of your spirit Unshackle your heart... Shake loose the dissonance... Learn to think... Learn to feel again... Do not let them bury you alive Unfulfilled and unhappy.
Do not fear the darkness of your cocoon Where your wings lie dormant Awaiting the breath of dawn... Imminent pain as razors cut through the blindness To clear the muck they wielded to shut your eyes.
The pain of reclaiming self is fleeting A necessary purging until your eyes adjust Until you learn to stretch those wings Until you embrace the divine that runs wild within... No intermediaries necessary.
You are a divine spark, aflame with passion This life is both hell and heaven... You are the oasis in the desert... The hero of your own story.
Dare to choose the ending of each chapter Then can you stand and declare... I may not know it all... I, too, am learning.... But this truth I KNOW.... I was born Divine and Free... Divine and Free I shall depart Rise, dear human....rise!
I believe, with quiet fervor, that one soul can shift the course of many. I write not from abstraction, but from the raw immediacy of lived experience and learned studies - from the labyrinth of my own challenges, triumphs, questions and awakenings. In offering the contours of my inner world, I hope to awaken in others a remembrance of their own power, their own unclaimed wholeness.
Eiros 