Blessed days, when I threw the illusion from my back, like a thick pelt. Naked in the cold, my senses are awake. I sing a gut-wrenching song, whose highs and lows resonate with the heart of Us.
The heart of Man – eyes wide open, and humbly kneeling, quietly whispers. I have been here before. And I came back, again and again, until I confused the Bitter with the Sweet, and, eating dirt, I rejoiced that my blood is mud, that I am earth-made. Forgot that I will return to it, pulling me ever more fiercely, as I age. In my delusion, I believed that my name will live forever. And I hoped that the day will never come when I am remembered for the last time, and will truly cease to exist.
But now I look at beast and man, and I hear the tune they dance to. In their eyes – a distant intellect, a light, as weak and dim as a winter dawn, as if screaming through an old, dirty window. Compassion overwhelms me, as they might not see themselves imprisoned, perhaps, not for a million years.
Myself, I was a beast, now a wolf, now a deer, but a thick curtain has fallen over those lives. Man is not meant, to comprehend those songs.
Somewhere in the past, in the distance, unfelt, unseen, lies my fall from grace. I cannot see when, nor how it happened, but here I am, and the waves of that Tragedy, self-inflicted, still crash against my shores.
It matters not. Soon, if He so desires, I will be gone, never to return. A soul emerging from eternal suffering, and dancing to Salvation.
I throw away an ego as false as the promise of eternal summer here, in hell, like a snake shedding its skin.
Time grows short, as I prepare for a journey
I have taken my last birth, never to enter a womb again. My lungs filled with air for the first time,