Few, it seems, are aware that the primary obligation of life is to become who we are - who we already are.

When we reduce to define ourselves through lives that seek to fortify, mollify and constantly patch itself, we are selling out the grail we came to claim.

The most beguiling fact of life is that because we are ever and always complete, our denial of completeness does not make us less complete - it reacts by forcing us (our illusion) to repond and recover.

Denial is not subjectively defined, it gathers cumulatively to an independent force of ignorance whose purpose is to wake us up. We chase ourselves through hell until we remember. This is our natural attempt at redemption; a natural reaction innitiated from denial.

This redemptive process is perfectly balanced to heal and its tragic course manifests all forms of disease and discontent everywhere.

This ignorant force cannot change until we educate it. It is the complement of our ignorance as one aware entity and our personal relationship to this force is as a spark to a fire or a pebble to a beach. It is our empowered ignorance, our debacle. When we choose to become responsible and stop empowering ignorance the world will begin to heal. In the meantime we are responsible for the worlds pain. It’s personal. We can live comfortable lives in awareness or without awareness. In awareness we are healers, without awareness the world goes raging by, wars dissent and pain. Always, always our own game, our great shame.

We are illusions of who we are trying to work ourselves out. Unfortunately, the wake up call is necessarily fierce and getting more so. We need to go back to basics and re-build the foundation of life. We need to ask ourselves ‘who am I?’ and then allow each answer to be dissected by logic until the answer becomes irrefutable within any context.

A Devil to Heal Our Shame

Nothing can exist alone
Every life is dependent
Or, so says genius Albert.

Without this dependency we don't know who we are
Unaware that we are immortal
We are driven to something less.

We give our power to less
A lessening to invest
A force to serve our quest.

We give our power away
To a force that grows as one
A devil to heal our shame.

We give our power to loss
An soldier with a gun
A boy to be undone.

Older now I’m blind
Wife and I are fine
Old age dreams in line.

Children coming by
Grandchildren too
Baked an apple pie.

Nothing can exist alone
Built my life on you
My hopes are found in you.

An island in a stream
Other islands near
Ports to fill our steam.

And the world goes raging by
Wars dissent and pain
Always, always, in every age the same.

But, can’t touch me at my game
I am not to blame
I have nothing to be ashamed.

Nothing can exist alone
Every life is dependent
Or, so says genius Albert.

Without this dependency we don't know who we are
Unaware that we are immortal
We are driven to something less.

We give our power to less
A lessening to invest
A force to serve our quest.

We give our power away
To a force that grows as one
A devil to heal our shame.