In search of a subterranean, mineral world, - to understand himself, his real worth - unburnt by the violent light of his superficial side, responding to her secret earthly call, he becomes a soul-digger.
To accomplish his first work: ravishing rays from the surface, delving always further, he faces his most difficult task.
Few tools, little time (his life on earth), feverishly he sinks meaning into the stone, scratches mud from his own bones, until he faces - alone - his dirt, his shame, his arrogant game.
Loneliness awaits his mind when determination to grow embraces his heart.
He must be ready to let go, until he forgets his name and the easy ride to success? fame? power? throughout the empty life of an ordinary male.
He knows he'll be abandoned to the acrid smell of his blood and sperm, to the aching, primeval wounds of his pride, yet he tries... to conquer patience, to win his fight against war, (and not against her) to finally become whole.
Axilea you've blown my mind with this extraordinay release. I love the flow of this and it really defines man's vain strive for manhood. More often than not we are in a hot hurry to be providers. To give to our familys food, shelter, and clothing. When we deprive them of the thing they need the most, which is love. Thanks again for a great read & Have a Happy Holiday Season!
This is good....man's conquest of himself is as elusive as the path to dominate the world...there are many who have found themselves nothing more than a page of history within a book...the real completion is when one finds balance of body, mind, and soul...even the acceptance of qualities that can only come from her are the beginnings of that balance...
I see you as a woman whose depth is way beyond that of her friends and relations. I know. I'm guilty of flying ona another plain too sometimes. I reach out for understanding and it's vanished.
Love,
Susan
When I read this, I thought of Tolkeins' "The Two Towers"--Saruman and the birthing of the Uruk-Hai --such a painful way for a man to be birthed--reborn from the mud and sticky web of painful rejuvination. --beaten by life until he knows nothing but pain, patience, and a strong desire to fight. I always felt so sorry for them, though I feared them and knew they were the enemy to the great mission. I also thought about fractions. A not whole man would be a fraction of a man. Coming from a musical background, I know that 4/5 is a pretty dissident tone. 3/5 is not bad, however. That is harmony... Doesn't fight so much against the dominant tone. Hoping he creates an harmonic tune --Charlie
by birth we enter this world as explorers, though the journey indeed is about the self not merely to experience the outer environment. we are challenged to find what completes us, and contrary to what we have been marketed to believe, that completion comes from within. thus, the ultimate challenge is to give birth to one's self... your style is captivating and thought provoking....
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
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Love Tinka
a very nice work...
enjoyed, Axilea...
Art Sun...
Love,
Susan
much peace,
jackie
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Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A journey that never ends for some. Blessings Always, Paul.