Your journey back to birth...
Is haunting you
we get so little of it, o my beloved non-existant readers.
when you look at this existence as compared to the vastness of the ocean, the immensity of a mountain, the power of a hurricane, we are puny.
why is it then that we are imbued with so much power? the power to lift, to smile, to crush, to destroy. how do we find ourselves here, making decisions that branch out like ripples in a pond to affect so many around us.
even pulling off the butterfly wings in japan would cause damage on the other side of the world.
it's so short, o my beloveds. when you think of the thousands or millions of years a chunk of rock being turned into a countertop has been around, how insignificant we become. and when you think of how easily said rock could pulverize us, how fragile.
but we are not puny. not insignificant. not fragile.
we can stand beneath the sun, with the clouds like dollops of whipped cream dropped on glass, the breeze blowing past us, and we feel alive. below our feet, the fire ants crawl, smelly pond scum decays, but with the right mind-set, we will miss all that for the beauty.
we become less unimportant because we create. more than just other lives, we create: art, music, poetry, bunt cake, power steering, the internet, a prettier color for our kitchen. we create love, companionship, concern, compassion, inclusion, warm hearts, smiles, laughter, tears.
o my beloved, hopeful, caring non-existant readers, i pray that today we create more than we destroy.
darth sardonic
we get so little of it, o my beloved non-existant readers.
when you look at this existence as compared to the vastness of the ocean, the immensity of a mountain, the power of a hurricane, we are puny.
why is it then that we are imbued with so much power? the power to lift, to smile, to crush, to destroy. how do we find ourselves here, making decisions that branch out like ripples in a pond to affect so many around us.
even pulling off the butterfly wings in japan would cause damage on the other side of the world.
it's so short, o my beloveds. when you think of the thousands or millions of years a chunk of rock being turned into a countertop has been around, how insignificant we become. and when you think of how easily said rock could pulverize us, how fragile.
but we are not puny. not insignificant. not fragile.
we can stand beneath the sun, with the clouds like dollops of whipped cream dropped on glass, the breeze blowing past us, and we feel alive. below our feet, the fire ants crawl, smelly pond scum decays, but with the right mind-set, we will miss all that for the beauty.
we become less unimportant because we create. more than just other lives, we create: art, music, poetry, bunt cake, power steering, the internet, a prettier color for our kitchen. we create love, companionship, concern, compassion, inclusion, warm hearts, smiles, laughter, tears.
o my beloved, hopeful, caring non-existant readers, i pray that today we create more than we destroy.
darth sardonic
Labels: dredg, fuck you i will not go quietly into the night, pensive, the ability to create beauty
posted by darth sardonic at 2:29 AM
5 Comments:
You've definitely made a good start toward that wish, so early in the morning.
:)
I got the goose-um-bumps. (not lie-ing or anything) And I feel even a little more inspired to find my way home to my husband, no matter the toll.
Thanks Darth, thank you for your beautiful post, giving wings, not taking away.
ty lara, and i feel it was a pretty damn good day
d-hor, yw, anytime i can help
I created pancakes today. Fed about a dozen of people. *shrugs* Dunno if it counts.
it counts, krissie, it counts
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