R. I. $. 3.

I’ve been watching things grow,

My babies are growing,

My plants are growing,

My life dharma is growing,

I feel it too,

My purpose is growing,

Sometimes my fears are growing too,

Because I have grown treasures,

And a repeated first time,

I don’t want to lose them.

My hair is growing,

My patience is growing,

Sometimes people see my patience and think it’s easy,

But my child, she’s screaming at me,

Wondering if I know what I’m doing,

And I tell her,

I’ll be ok.

I have scrapes and bruises all over me,

But I can squeeze limes,

Because that’s what my loves will like,

And my heart smiles.

My love is growing,

I can hush a child,

Until she hears her own breathing.

My trust is growing,

I can see ashes raining down,

And see the sunlight and red skies,

And see its beauty,

Even though it’s heavy,

And it’s dark.

I can hear my brothers and sisters crying,

And sit still,

With a vodka and lime,

And feel it will be peace again,

Because I know,

This too shall pass…

The scabs owill dry,

No matter how early I pick em..

But my purpose won’t,

His purpose won’t,

Her purpose won’t,

This is the design we could never have created with our own demise…

And so I know we shall rise,

And rise

And rise,

And r i s e ,

And r. I. S. 3.

Allegory of the Cave

I’ve been thinking a lot of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave recently.
Imagine prisoners tide up side by side in darkness placed in front of a blank stone wall. The prisoners can turn their heads nor move so that they can’t see one another. Behind them there is a fire and the captors have people walking in front of the fire with puppets so that it casts a shadow upon the wall the prisoners stare at. Any sounds and talk, these prisoners believe come from the shadows in the wall. This is the reality they live in and they have no knowledge of people or the captors behind them.
One day they are set free and have to crawl through a narrow tunnel to an opening into the outer world. When first reaching the outside they see the light of the sun and it’s blaring and painful because they’ve only known darkness their whole life. It hurts their eyes and burn their skin, so they retreat back into the comfort of their darkness into the only reality they’ve known their whole life, not understanding it’s been an illusion.
However a few realize there is something more outside and decide to go back into the light. Over time their eyes adjust and the sun feels good. They realize in that moment that the shadows they thought were real were only replications of what is real under the sun while some stay in the darkness, those who go outside can finally live free.
What I believe is the reality can hurt when you live in the comfort of illusion for so long, but eventually the light of reality is the only way to live a life beautiful and free.

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