The Guilt Consumes

The guilt over whelms consumes the light. I as a mother mourn for my son's place in this Fake world full of Lies. As a mother to not see the Vanity and moronic choices we make or are we covertly subjected into believing we are free to only open our eyes and see the chains the slavery. Blind slavery you fight or you die to your self .Death is easy it happens even when we are still breathing ,if you do not open your mind to see all the falsity, the spirit of this World not the Earth .False Blessings False happiness just cursed in this reality. Ripples of water from the rocks small crevices -little ripples from the wind coming off the roaring waves relentlessly beating us into submission. I look up into the pretend clouds with eyes to see the trail of chemicals

Adam{atom] had but to imagine a bird, and

it was born into life,

The great Mystery of Existence struck me with its horrors, its splendor;

What is this incomprehensible thing in which I live, which people call the Universe? What is life; what is death? What should I believe in? ULURU, the harsh sandy outback did not answer. The vast sky rolling silently overhead, with bright twinkling stars, did not answer.

As the living soul, and what the spirit of inspiration dwelt in it had to answer! This is what all should ask which we also have to ask and answer. Are we but a savage which felt this endless moment; everything else has no time to compare. The jargon of the polemics of the Greek sects, the vague ancient Hebrew traditions, the Man on his knees to Mecca: there was no answer in them. The hero's , which we can really call the first and the last, the Alpha and Omega of all his heroism, which he sees through the prism of creation spoken into existence as Adam{atom]

Custom and custom, respectable mumbling , the broken formula . Behind all this there is something to which all the religious pretenders be an image or to be: idolatry; "Pieces of ebony pretending to be God"; for a sincere soul, mockery and abomination. The golden idolatries served by the leaders of all religion of Guilt with knees bruised.

He didn't want to hear from Earth; he was from heaven above and from hell below All crowns and all sovereignties of imperfect Man.

The shredding dawn in beauty spread

Its shafts of splendor, golden-red,

High over the eastern heaven, and broke

Through flaking clouds in silver smoke

That burst aflame,

Let loose their flowing floods of gold,

Splashed over the foamless deep

In fiery play to

survive the fear

The rippling beams that swept between

The sea-cleft crags serene,

Broke quivering where the waters born

The soft reflection of the shore.

Through budding woods on plain hill of Tara,

And stirred the air with song to wake

The sweet-toned birds within the brake.

With offerings to the GOD a-flame

Then naked-kneed in silence bent

Beside the pillar stones living bread

…In one deep breath

He drains the hero's draught that burns

With valor of the gods; then turns

His foe to meet … Great Conn of WARS

Sweeps, stooping , alone. in the boat

Shoreward, with rapid blades and bright,

That shower the foam-rain pearly white,

And rip the waters, bending

to the swirls that hiss and writhe

Like adders, they dart away

Bright-spotted with the flakes of spray.“

My vengeance is guilt” ― repentance is sublime