So what if my writing sometimes refuses
to go any deeper than surface level
and touch all the raw, sore spots,
the gaping wounds,
imprinted onto me
by the egopinions of everyone but myself?
Maybe I’m just tired of pain, and
the remains of my own ego
seek to shield me from the traumas of reality…
Because the entire truth has always been
I’ve never had too many chances to go deep within –
until now;
There’s always been someone lurking over my shoulder
and buried underneath my skin
or permeating, redirecting, usurping my energy
for their own.
Though I’m always surrounded by others
I’m also still very much alone.
Not tragically so;
Even more honestly,
I prefer it that way
solitude and silence are greater friends;
animals and nature I enjoy more
than the animalistic nature of humanity’s majority.
My vibrations tend to stay higher
than the clouds in my flowers.
And yet;
Most interestingly, the toxicity, isolation, and imbalance
that’ve defined the most formative chunks of my experience
have been my greatest educators
in this world’s institution;
My most cherished tutors in the realms of
boundaries, trust, serenity, and gratitude.
I’m a scholar of life, I must teach as I learn…
The first lesson of fire, and its true power too
is that it doesn’t know discernment, it simply is;
it will not be tamed or controlled
and willfully burns everything and everyone exactly the same.
Consciousness is reality’s general
rule of thumbprint
Each is unique and different in how they touch the world –
but all have identical purpose.
Though my approach is the most elemental form of paradox,
I remain open to nuance.
I’ve yet to make my own mark,
continuing to explore brave new worlds of words
and dimensions of thought –
strange pioneer of enigmatic territory.
I wander within
among the fields and mines of my mindscape
to find my own [inner] light.
I choose not to battle, still I bear the brunt of its scars,
staying this path only became a struggle
when I set aside my will to fight.
Courage, be strong, and consequence be damned –
like the tides of time, I am infinite and, as yet, undefined;
And,
the limit does not exist.
Kayfucius 