I sometimes just want to crawl away and vanish, vanish away into something far beyond the parameters of this reality. while I do quite profoundly Adore life, I tire sometimes of the living. the intricacies of social behaviour and connecting into the mundane. I sometimes just don't get it. which leaves me in a space of accommodating, which after a time becomes exhausting. there is an honest truth for you.
the mundane, ordinary, regular, expected, normal, boring. <^> refined.
there is nothing more that I would ask of another, you know this is not a plea for friendship or generosity. its not about you, or her, or him. its about weaving a tapestry of existence that holds substance.
there were two, both mouths wide open. lips pulled back in a snarl exposing raw porcelain strength. we are familiar with the tale of two wolves. they came to me today, wandering lit and alive across my internal visual spectrum, as I lay dormant, in corpse pose. both alive and fighting for the right to win. I'm going to say not that my evil, or my good was fighting for space in my mind. rather just, that my heart was about to let one of them win. She was big and white, and her other was grey; timid, defensive and violent. dropping the tongue from the roof of my mount they came to rest and an invitation was extended to the greyish one - the white one, sat in reverence of surrender and breathed herself back into wholeness.
An excerpt from The Prophet by, Kahlil Gibran
And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil,
and he answered:
of the good in you I can speak, but not the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead water.
You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.
You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast. Surely the fruit can not say to the root, "be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance." For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.
You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.
You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps. Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. Even those who limp go not backward. But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.
In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you. But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest. And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore. But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, "Wherefore are you slow and halting?"
For the truly good ask not the naked, "where is your garment?" nor the house-less, "what has befallen your house?"