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.
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, Repairing, repairing, 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.” Dahhee
As a teen, I used to stare out my window and watch the few people walk by with a dog, a child, or just by themselves.
Sometimes I’d catch a flower of the Jacaranda tree float down almost magically placing itself amongst the trodden browned blooms stuck to the cement.
And if a walker stepped on it, my heart would break just a little that such a perfect bloom would become just like the rest, once beautiful and light now smeared with sticky sap turning brown, just like the rest.
Once I saw my best friend walking past with my other friend. They walked passed and didn’t stop to ask me out or say hi.
I felt nothing. A little relieved that I didn’t have to leave my place watching the world both still and alive.