A tango of sorts
06.26.07 (8:25 am) [edit] |
A tango of sorts
Our inner lives are deep and mysterious
Seeking expression in ways often humiliating,
If allowed to fester in the dark regions
Energy growing,
Stronger, maturing the more ignored,
Causing dis-ease with their impatience
To experience the light of day
Away from the infinite depths of the unconscious.
Knocking,
Pounding like infants seeking attention,
Ripping apart the world without
Reflecting the chaos within.
Mirrors faced with images unwanted
Others carry what is feared and despised
Forcing those without to carry our cross,
Bearing the butt of scorn and derision undeserved.
Our loved ones scapegoat-ed,
Strangers hated carrying the inner darkness
Causing rage and hatred or simple scorn
By the one who sees,
Unconscious of the truth reflected back.
Whether from cowardice or ignorance it matters not,
The fruits are the same there for all to see,
Observer or the one who suffers
This dance is played out by all,
A tango of sorts,
Led by one and then the other
On a planetary level,
Ending only in the silence after complete destruction.
The seeds of life and death take root in the human heart,
Why is death most often the winner?
Do we hate our own reflection so much
That we will continue to kill it over and over again,
The mirror shattering,
Scattered pieces of what was once beautiful
Its light gone for eternity.