One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future... This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.
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