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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I picture Mother Earth
Smiling at peace,
With all her strong and robust human babies at ease,
As her fur and feather babies
could finally set back into their long forgotten homes,
Playing and feasting
on her sustenance as they please,
Her lungs clear of wheezin’,
The breeze clear of poison,
Her eyes closed this season,
As the human babies sit humbly wait in’.
Hear her voice?
“Go to sleep dear children,
You’ve been driving, and working,
Tromping and rampaging,
Going and going,
But be still a moment,
And let me get to my sleep in’,
Catch my breath, but believe me,
Cuz I’ve been giving you all that I have,
And my bones so tired,
And my heart so heavy,
And my mind so foggy,
I just need a minute,
Before you can come back to play.”
Like Butta but Betta
The struggle lifted,
No longer incubated.
Little Clary asks, “what does the word God mean?”
And I think, “hmmm well he’s the word of creation, the one who created everything.”
“But he’s not real right,” questions, “because I can’t see him?”
“Well he means to have faith. You can’t see God because it takes faith, like love, you can’t see love but you feel love right?”
“Why did God make you so warm? I can’t see you warm but I can feel you warm.”
And he speaks poetry to me in every word he says.
“Yes baby, it’s like feeling warm.”
I fell a hundred times
Face planting into concrete and mud,
Painted scars making lines of red like markers from my cuts
Dripping down to the ground.
Bruised but not broken,
I got up to rise in the path I chose,
Walking off the path most trampled on.
A hundred times trying to step away,
To run back to my spirit screaming “come back!,”
A hundred times returning to where I belong,
Cuz the voice of my heart
Shouts so loud my mind can’t hide
From the call to be free from the confines of the normal kind
Of a life which could have been more safe and sound,
But happiness only in step on a road less traveled.
A hundred times
Shaking doubt and tired pursuit,
To live the life I can’t deny,
Because I was born this way
To rise above what was taught to those in my time.
We plant the seeds for our future,
Everything falling into place,
To grow bigger than the baobab,
And harder than diamonds.
We came together as seeds,
Fell right beside each other,
Growing taller than redwoods,
And harder than Visionaries
Who fell for their dreams,
So we can build the love we sense,
Into concrete beams
Taller than the tallest
Skyscraper a man can evince.
I do me
So these two little bees
Who hear and see everything
Won’t sacrifice happiness for duty,
If that business,
In the eyes of the meek
Changes week to week.
Capricious sheep who change
The rules of the game
Depending on what they say‘s on fleek.
So I live free to do me
And hope these two follow,
No Joan of Arc,
But instead be free.
Every day I thank the lord
For what I have today.
So many years to get me here,
So many tears to bring me near,
So many fears I’ve shed to peer
Into the light that made me clear
That I’ve been home all along,
Despite some doubts, though I’ve been wrong,
And all I had to do was jump,
Shattering walls and climb the hump,
Of fallacies and maladies,
To bring me to my seat beside
The throne where I belong.
She fell from the sky
Sipped from the fountain
Abandoned her lyre,
Severed wings and sold crown
Signed over the deed
To her soul and marked wild.
Crawled on the ground
And walked through the fire,
To this earth, all the while,
Buying her time
To be found by desire
A lover she could admire.