The Metaphor

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am the likening, I am the symbol.. I am similar .. I am the poetic .. I am the poem.

In the deepest darkness, the soul was driven.. deep into the shadows…hell was known.

There was no escape from this damnation…I was the dark horse…it was my termination. My death. There was no hope, no faith, no love..I had no salvation. My reality was my disintegration.

In this place..of nothingness I let go.

I stopped fighting.. I stopped trying to change what I could not change..

The death was.. it was a long death.. but then like a light in the gloom..  like a lighthouse penetrating the impossible blackness.. my inner light began to glow.. somehow.. somehow..and it became stronger..it became brighter..and I became more..I was in the process of transforming.

It was the next morning.. when I felt a universal flow take me and send me and become me and make more of me than I ever knew was possible.. it felt like the impossible but it became and I became the possible..and I did transform.

I stopped looking outside of myself. I stopped looking towards a broken society for the answers.. I stopped and I stood still..and I flowed.

I accepted I am the metaphor.. I am the fringe.. I am the seeker and the keeper of truth.. I just am.

I have no need to fight the society that is now.. I have no need to compete… because it is not necessary as it is the way it should be now..and all will change..I am truth.. I am the symbol.. I am myth..the spirit knows the myth..the spirit will flow.

I let go.

I will find the others,

The others that keep the truth,

The others will find me,

We will no longer be the fringe of society,

We will remake and renew the tribal ways,

I let go to make way for a new way..

As the ancient ways are reborn.

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