They Cannot Be Blamed, But I Will Not Be EatenA Poem by Francois El Ausar
As my skin continues to love its way
Into the gaps between my mind And a wellspring of that ever deserving reality, One thing is always becoming clearer. There is the golden rule, And then there is the rule of the wilderness. The path only unfolds for the self-claimed, But its flanks are stalked by strange beasts, Seeming to emerge, without volition, From the face of ordinary people. Therefore, along this pilgrimage Into who I am, where what is mine Waits for my playful touch And the glaze of reverence Which comes with a blaze of arrival, In between I must show my spirit, Every now and then apart from its sheathe In between I must always be willing To slay that part of me that believes Celebration can ever come from eyes Blackened with self-disdain. And though mercy has its place, In this wilderness I must be willing To slay that excessive darkness Trying to slither into my traveling bag, To reject with unforgiving fire any overflowing night Which I have not poured with my own two hands. -Francois El Ausar © 2017 Francois El Ausar |
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Added on May 13, 2017 Last Updated on May 13, 2017 AuthorFrancois El AusarQueens, NYAboutI'm a writer and author of A Nomad's Dance With Shakti. Other than exploring my creativity through writing I also love to read, discuss deeper concepts of life, and really connect with others among ot.. more..Writing
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