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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An excerpt

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.

Flying Dreams

I always knew I could fly,

Dreaming it since I was wee high,

But even in dreams

I felt a little slight

When I took flight

Feeling so light

I didn’t fear the fall,

But reaching heights so high,

I’d never come down,

But rather float off beyond stars.

I Had to wake up and grow roots,

Make roots in firm ground,

Stopped dreaming of moons,

And live free though earth bound

Making live sounds,

Walking tall mounds,

Rebound and rebound,

Until I found home

And came home.

In control of my power

I Bloom like a flower,

And roam Like fluff seeds

In need of a breeze

Out of dreams and into reality,

Soaring like bees

Awake and aware

In my power

Soaring higher

Then I ever could dream.

Like Butta but Betta

Like Butta but Betta

The struggle lifted,

Emotions elevated,

Moods shifted,

Life celebrated,

Love exhibited,

Heart calibrated,

Peace uninhibited,

Chaos evacuated,

No longer incubated.

The Red Road

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.

Throne

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.

Blaspheme

Perpetual child

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,

Eternally bound

To this earth, all the while,

Buying her time

To be found by desire

A lover she could admire.

Big Love

Big Love

Beers and bull dogs

With Boo in the boondocks

Speaking birds and the bees

Between banter of beliefs,

And our babies

They bloom,

Because the love that we bring,

Bellies full from big bowls

Of Stews brewed

With big dreams.

Big talks of big things,

Big hearts and big feats,

Together we bring up

Beautiful blessings

Because Baby,

We both believe,

Beyond words,

In Big Love.

Wildflower

Wild as weeds

Traversing the ground,

Sprouting up vibrant

A hue some like,

Though you pluck a wildflower,

Wishing it to be vased,

Only to find her wither by night,

But let her be and see,

She’ll grow so high,

She’ll shine so bright

She’ll shine like stars.