A small sense of worth
SOC Writing _ 15.01.2021
A small sense of worth
What are you worth? What is of value for you in you life? Where can you be found to be deeply in touch with the ground of your own value? The purpose of your soul? For you are not senseless matter no matter how much the divided, separate selves governs your life - you are connected – evermore and ever through – shot through with all wonder – all consuming passion of life – and here we begin – upon a scant ground of your own being – the one place you can call home – the one tree you loved to climb and found in that climbing the joy that ricocheted around your small life. Start in that hole of light – the spot from which you first saw the big, wide world in all its beauty and terror – the boys mind, the girls initial box of feelings – these seminal starting points are our birth right – will lead us in the right path. Circles of circles – wheel of wheels – the places we must go but the zombie land threatens us with our meagre existence: you fuck! You’re worthless – just listen to us! Enough! You say - I am angry that I am not allowed to be myself, not allowed to feel the wrath that grandmother insulted me with - the old wounds are still weeping, and I would cry an eternal sea of tears if only I knew how – wash myself in saline oceans of ever – come back to me – beyond this prison of mind – tv – stupid – screen dumb I have become – alas, there is more! No gimmicks, just a slow becoming – the slow burn of life is yours for the taking – take this one morsel in this one morning to begin – forge your fort – your battle hold for a foot hold of your own fierce fight that begins; not out there with guns and stupid men braying of your blood and others, but in there. The war in here is raging and you must pay attention to one the only place you can exert your might – the heart of you – the soul ground of warfare, desperately calling for you.