#havamal
I see so many people,
Who carry their dread,
Like concrete umbrellas,
Up over their heads.
No time for sunlight-
Preparing for rain.
Ready to fight-
But not to feel pain.
All wrapped up in themselves,
Discontent with their lives,
Like they’re owed something else,
Than a good day to die.
Awareness floats on an eternal sea,
A glittering instant of consciousness ,
Vibrating between unrealities,
On a firmament of impermanence.
For no reason deciding to spring up from the ground,
As we careen through an exploding universe.
We spend our time trying to tear each other down,
The hue of our flesh sacks determining what we’re worth.
The earth is our mother and my ancestors are there,
I’m not scared to die as I was born- screaming and naked-
To love life as a moth loves fire is to live a prayer;
I am terrified of the moment being wasted.
Hope and freedom are not found
Behind the illusion of truth.
Look to Prometheus bound-
Who cares little to nothing for Zeus.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
I know that I hung on a windy tree,
cross
Nine long nights.
Hanukkah, Christmas, Saturnalia
Wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
Longinus
Myself to myself...
Abandoned by God
On that tree of which no man knows
The Tree of Knowledge
from where it's roots run.
Laws by mankind
No bread did they give me nor drink from a horn,
Suffering, no mercy
I arose with the Word,
Ascension
and came back down to them.
Resurrection *
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC