hi all, after along respit (it seems that ILP had a bit of a respit as well) and much inner searching I’ve come up with the following poem that describes where I am atm.
Star light star bright, the first star that burns tonight.
the age old adage is coming true, I know not what I do.
chasing after millions of fish, while I miss the main dish.
am I forsaken for now, have I reaped what I sow?
we are forever lost in a sea of lights, close your eyes to the gruesome nights.
we must become blind, then we’ll know what to find.
we will struggle through the darkness, we will fall over stone cress.
Then we’ll come to the end, realizing that we followed to many fiend.
what should we do but press on, how can we … with the light gone?
we’ll have to search within, give up all of our earthly goods to the trash bin.
not just the physical, but also the metaphysical.
both must be empty of desire, before we can relight that fire.
than when we look back to the skies, we can truly for once look with open eyes.
we burn with the desire of stardust, a triune state of wanting, lacking and lust.
feel free to decode it as you will or comment.