a fantasy about our hero waking up
in his own bed finally, after the longest journey
looking in the mirror
will he see a hero? will he recognize that face?
will that wound heal, or will he have found
new ways to ignore it?
lost in the yellow wood
chased by the demon Despair
Thwarted by the demon Difficulty
constantly pulling our hero away
pouring poison into graduation
getting stuck on the horns until
they turn to face you, bull with no shit.
sherlock, you’ll never get there by thinking
it always was observation your power.
you’ll need to label those two roads
before you’ll let yourself choose.
theres two things about that decision.
1. your wordfilled mind might guess correctly what your wordless heart knows for sure
2. the decision has nothing to do with roads
Pan is trying to show you, nascient hero
Difficulty is not your enemy, but sloth and ease conspire
The garden told you that all day, what did you learn?
Are you still bringing Anger and Discontent with you?
is it yet time for you to barf up that apple? or will it have to get worse?
the long line at mcdonalds makes it clear.
Feel the sunlight on your skin. Heart discerns but
mind won’t listen until VitaminD comes along. heh, look at that
vita mind.
With all these characters i can’t see anything
if i stay on the stage. but, out in the stalls
things become clearer. widen that perspective a bit more
and set the theater on fire
maybe the whole globe will need to be lost
for the raft of Love to lift us up
or not exactly. what about this:
the globe is my idea of self, every Thing in the world
that’s what needs to go away, (and it will need to get worse to drive our Hero out)
the earth, the world, is here for a purpose
which it is fulfilling, in spades
think only of this as you cut into it,
here i am, cutting into it. this moment
holds everything you need
even here, i’ve told myself what i insist i don’t know…
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Brendan at Earthweal is blowing me away,. what a finely polished mirror! Thank you Brendan!
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