We must turn towards building a stable conscious. Understanding of another, of ones own functioning in relation to another, in relation to nature, in relation to the whole, to the 100s of polarities we experience. In this lies a real conscious not based on ideas or words of virtue but something solid, something actually, something undeniable, total, and compassionate. Conflict grows and sprouts in the fields of unexamined psyche. Our deeper relationships with people, the conditions we create around ourselves, and the ability to follow our spoken examples can be the only judges of our own progress, not past achievements, who you "know", or what visions you have. With that being said some poetry cast down from a warrior spirit. (In need of some editing for accuracy)
They can lock me in a cage but my fear is not of death. Because every day I face it to the point theres nothing left. Satan lives within us whats unacknowledged and ignored. Its when the world is torn with conflict that this inner I'll explore. Bombs have dropped murder of hearts, the lack of all conscience. Wars are born and built upon give firm root to violence. As spiritual death is threatened most will flinch and shut there eyes. Conceal themselves in crevasses making them hard to find. I'll rise up from the dirty plains, polluted waters, with this flame. With it the meek will be ordained. With this a man will reach his aim.
Outer War is the circumference to our inner most depths. Because the mirror serves one function and that functions to reflect. You might argue that it's pointless, that the world cannot be saved. But I feel responsibility a real man has to brave. So remain as you are, next to me but still afar, and speaking of beauty without knowing anything about it. And walk your own way, with this mind full of virtue and a heart full of thorns, in this world that is torn.
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