Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Growing Substance in Fire
What living standardizes my living here? An economical scheme or one that takes the cake from people and brings them nothing in giving? One of Christian ethics or ethics of the light instead? Where is this light that distinguishes?
What is this living that continues to go onward and onward until someone says I don't feel this anymore? Where is this living now? Can I fancy you in ways to respond to me somehow? I don't have a way but this and want this shit to work.
I want this way to work. I want this clown to see me for who I am. I am not going to go through this living in ways. I want to live in light and distinctly place myself in the dark shadow of someone to not cringe but to gain perspective only. What is the dark to me?
Is this me? A shadow of me? Or something that doesn't fear the light and just hampers away when the sunlight shines bright? I am this. I am. Where am I today?