A broken heart
Falls apart.
A shattered dream
Cannot redeem
The silent scream…
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Shifting in the darkness,
Slithering away.
Fleeting premonition,
Fading into gray.
Did you ever wonder
What the sun would say
If it could remember
Dawning yesterday?
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Can you hear the silent scream
Of the starshine’s shattered dream?
Can we possibly redeem
The agony of a sunbeam?
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“He who exalts at the stake, does not triumph over the pain, but because of the fact that he does not feel pain where he expected it. A parable." Friedrich Nietzsche
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If you'd like to read more about the burning monk, you'll find the wikipedia article here.
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Will My Heart Survive the Fire?
The poem above is a rumination on solar consciousness.
To go through Hell to get to Heaven we must first enter Hell. Are we to suppose all its inhabitants eternally damned? Stories of brave souls and pure hearts voluntarily entering the underworld abound in the mythologies of all cultures.
Martydom, a passive act of valor, but who saves the sacrifice?
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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