POISÒNOUS RIVER


“i will turn my heart into rays of honour

whenever I see your beauty and make you twinkle like a wild flower

I will make you twinkle. This is how I slay the leviathan impulses of envy and jealousy;

I honour the honoured to attract her grace

instead of fighting within me, against this multifaceted splendour

An envious soul is a poisonous river,

a bitter gall,

chasing after the shades of the ocean,

to alter its boundless energy and candour

“Don’t let him near, don’t come closer, the oceans lamented

He has turned pastures into deserts and

great cities into cemeteries.

A wildfire, infatuated with man.

Poisonous rivers flow through the soul of this city. O’ wretch men, who will save us from this wildfire.
Many rivers run, into the ocean, but the motivation is not to find freedom of self. Many will arrive yet will not be “there”. How can one be there when the heart is not there but imprisoned in the wild dance of others. He is poor, whoever has not arrived in his authentic place of fulfilment; detached from all

“For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. (James‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭KJV‬‬)

Prisoners of the wild dance of others. I can celebrate others but I resent. I can be inspired by others but I slander. I can ask how to but I assume the negative in silence. O’ prisoner of the wild dance of others, Who will save me from this wretched economy

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