My Too (Many) Cents

Humans are beings born of thunder. Stolen from mother nature in her throes. Each of us has a grand potential. A message in a glass bottle, a prayer cast out into the chaos of the universe. Sincerity is the bedrock of all sacrifice As it is the bedrock of all desire. In the raging inferno of the sincerity of their quest, there are humans who discover remarkable things. Truths that bring tears to their eyes. Truths that bring humility to their presence. Truths that bring mastery to their movement through life.  There have been many among us who have had a thirst for life itself. Their inquiries into the deepest facets of existence have filled our religious libraries. We have formed cults around them as our dirty hands try to grasp the brilliance that shone through them.  Forgetting in those moments that we are forged from the same metal.  Such a realisation should fill a rational human with shame as to the trivialities they have let themself become conditioned by.  The...

 The reluctant prince must learn to use the scepter.  The flourish of magnificence is the beginning of the end.  Power flows and multiplies uncontrollably The applause, the praise, the cheer the money.  Yet the deafening presence must rule it all.  Silence the crowd in its aura.  There can not be a moment wasted on the unserious masses. For he is finally beginning to believe. His power is his shakti , his beloved.  Forever ready to be by his side.  In the dance of intensity, the world is delivered. From its abject meaninglessness.  To serve always,  To empty himself completely, To ravage her as she gifts him love and strength again and again. The humility that comes from intuiting the presence that shakes the confines of his humanity. They are the only clothes an emperor should wear. Namaste.