Gems in the mega rough Volume 3535627272 – slow down Gandhi
When life levels out, the horror that millions face daily as a result of sustaining our control system, for them and us, dies down to echoes…work is challenging and challenges won lead to a semblance of satisfaction, and nourishment, but whilst the heat has come and gone, my lupine spirit has slunk into the shadows, his snarl become murmur growls on the breeze and I am finding such bliss…in floating in the shallows, my arms and lower paws stretched out, deep breathes, all hint of tension and pressure giving way to the motion of the tides, to the momentum of Nature…I find this pleasantness, somehow, after returning to the sand and the liquid embrace of the ocean sent elsewhere by the intense gaze and glare of our nearest and dearest star…guilty. For I am capable of so much more, I have the blessing and curse of painting clouds in the sky, lighting infernos in hearts, causing synapses to vibrate with such pain that the only instinct is to attack the source of such commotion…In such times, when I am finding peace within the blinkered vision and experience of life this system affords me, I am struck with how easy it seems, to ease away from the systematic destruction of the Earth and all creatures great and small, by…the same structure and power base, which we buy into, every day absent of fighting against, rather than acquiescing towards, a mechanism rooted in brutality.
With zero potential of true romance to chase, court, throw myself into with such total, unwavering conviction, that I appear a man roaring his devotion, fangs gritted, eyes wild with berserker zeal, stripping layer upon layer of top soil self away with each squeal, revealing more of the same, just more raw and unbridled…indeed, lacking such a worthy cause, I move back to what is afoot above and beyond just me me me me me me…for to seek peace, safety alone, is not my calling…
Im working and consuming, buying into the nightmare whilst knowing that we are all born to fight, to suffer, to seek bliss, to discover agony dressed as pleasure, to live. Not spend our lives practising reception duties for the Grimmest of Reapers. We are born to battle for what feels right and to chase our dreams when our eyes are wide open.
It has been clear to me for many moons that whilst I appreciate, in some small way, anything which startles my mind, my intellect, causes it to stretch into new, never found before shapes, it is what moves me in heart which brings the greatest focus and devotion to the Now.
My femurs are seeking a worthy cause…beyond the well being of those creatures closest to my fondness. For I feel for the world and know that its heading in terrible directions, leaving countries a dead beast for our corporate sector to vulture upon. I must do more. Write of my romeo cadaver routine in patches. other than which, fight the good fight, seek the bright and pure light…
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