Letting go with some fondness

 

 

 

 

There’s no escape

letting go with some fondness

when the living dream reaches a limit

 

You can squat the ruins

of a past world for a while

but to built a new

would take a living culture.

 

And when what you have is

remnants and afterglow

of something that is dying

 

The only way for a dream to live

is on the road,

because a dream needs a future.

 

Living like it was the last day

everyday is but a prolonged wake,

and those who have died

need to be let go

 

Just as you need to leave the ruins

if you want to live,

find a place

 

where life still has a throbbing heart.

 

The other option: bury yours in the ruins.

 

Shock and Awe

I hurry no more,

the rush is gone

and the panic.

I face the light

as the sun rises

and we see

what was yet again kept

by the darkness of the night.

I have nothing to hide,

so I open

and embrace it

as it comes.

If there is one thing I know,

it is that it will, the light,

and show us

the absolute totality of freedom.

Like that of the sun,

to burn that which is exposed

and without shelter.

This leads me to think

that I am in shock

because like a mouse

that doesn't fear the cat

I marvel at the scorching truth

that is the world.

Heavy as it is

I feel no weight

as I fall back on nothing.

I must really be mad

to remain this tranquil

next to such immense greatness.

But I do also know

that there is nowhere to hide

from the truth of the world

and if I must live,

I must live with it,

the freedom

that is as absolute

as responsibility.

It is just that there will be

no reckoning, no conclusion

and the sun will rise

with or without us.

I can do no more

than give myself

to the truth.