Fasting of the Heart

 The biggest change, is not changing anything; then you pour water down the earth! As the Sun is ablaze and all our Hopes and Dreams aspire to exceed our limitations, The Poetry of non-poetic dysfunctions, what beg to differ, who would cherry-pick-pocket such sour grapes... What is left, then you don't excuse yourself with neither God nor Devil? Attaching our beliefs and nobilities onto the scaffold of negligent dismissal. Why do people believe themselves to be worthy of something? Being offended, for not acknowledging nor being acknowledged by others. The game of, who gets to trespass more, while calling out the others borderings with treason... How many Empires and Esprit's have been erected, to rot and fall, like an overspoiled mushroom? The sweet scent of being decadent and having too much of everything!! 

Less is something more, than having it All! Then you make a feast, you don't invite All the people in your acquaintances, but the chosen few. You don't gorge All, what is in your refrigirator, but what you need on this day. Why is that, then we know and learn, we want to see All and be Enlightened about Everything? Before you can fathom Light, you must embrace the Darkness. There can't be a painting without the canvas -- before the Light, there was Darkness!! Those, who seek purity and good manners, often loose it all! Just as in the movie: "Water Diviner". Some worship for the cart; others for the worthy wife -- some just want closure for their losses in a pointless war, what changed nothing. Borders circle around and brash leutennants charge ahead, soldiers live and die; brides become widows, mothers childless. If you get drunk of Life, you will be aghast, once you get sober! That's the reason hopeless romantics are a dying breed... The time is the face, it deserves to wear, then we look in the mirror of our Desires. Never forget, what you stood for, and what you there willing to sacrifice for it. Nine times measure, one time cut it! 

Who gets to choose your Strengths and Virtues? Who gets to be your Hero or Heroine! Who chooses to be the rebel, who casts his blood for Liberty... to take the L, so to speak. How many are willing to loose it all, just so Worth and Awe have another day in this worthless and base world, there everything is measured on the psych and decadence scales and written on Wall-Street, to blaspheme against the olden values and their trinkets. Token value, has become our faith, even less than the crosses around our necks, because they there deeply cherished. Think on that Wither-Thursday, that all is decaying! What is left of You and Your Faith, then you remove it all? Would you still die for it, at a hummingbirds heartbeat, little Christian? Great Empires are not founded on Glory and Success, but on their slaves silent toil and sweat, being burried in unmarked graves and never commended for their deeds, taken for granted! They are torn apart, then the number of people emerges too much, who have to account and measure every slight and contempt exactly to and through!! An Enlightened being dost care about measures and attributes, for He has ventured beyond Good and Evil -- ah, the words of a Superman -- yet so often misunderstood!! Why should a sword, what cannot be sharpened no more, need honest accounting about the sharpness or dullness of other swords and maces? What does a pupil who completed the exam care, how did the others do!! He's ordeal is done, whether for good or for ill... then you're done, why do you still seek to measure. So many Enlightened people still measure themselves and others -- why though! What is there to measure, then the smudge on your cloth has been bleached? If you can see the spot, you scrup more and keep adding detergent, if all is white, you stop cleaning and be happy... Yet the Enlightened of this World, keep looking and adding success-story and motivational upon Apologetics and Confessional... Why though? Be happy and content, that the sun is shining, and you have a job -- that everything is alright in your life! Just like the flap of a butterflies wing, it will pass away... and people; the World wont remember, it ever existed.