healing
is a process: years of introspection—vague, irregular moments, made visceral
emotions. no one gets it entirely. not from dearth of
empathy. more from the depth of the misfortune. (not many will go in there,
suffer the phenomenon, as opposed to seeing what comes out.) topical becomes
inner regions—conversation releases demons—one will accrue a description. these
assertions are irrelevant, meant to decorate the subject, the inconsequential
is deemed important.
if fortunate,
nonresistant, capable of travel, one will aid another in unlocking the
trauma—finding its root, uncovering its origin, occasionally, affirming the
discovery. much is left to chance. much must be preempted. many feelings will
float to the surface.
there
is treasure inside, somewhat dusty, hasn’t been activated in some time; one
locates his fortune, he mulls over it, he must be brave enough to claim his
riches. so much smoke hinders perception. he might forfeit his gold—for he
feels aloof to his rubies. he doesn’t see his self, albeit, he examines his
mirror, the beauty he sees is made muddy. he can’t grasp his humanity. he
travels into deserts. he is captured by his existential grays. one tells him to
care, to love, to feel his power—through voice, electricity, or behavior. he
wrestles inside, he flits away, if fortunate, he learns to seize his treasure.
this is a dirge in some
sense. it requires self-examination. it carries pit holes.
the posy is a batch of
roses, a bouquet, deep in the interior—much is placed on inner activity. too
much maybe—in this society—where authenticity is first dependent on validation.
this is normal, I must assert, while eventually, one takes the helm, the
stirring wheel, the oars, determining his own propulsion.
healing
is a process: years of introspection—vague, irregular moments, made visceral
emotions. no one gets it entirely.
there
is a wound in humankind—it comes from perception, a sense of expectation,
pride, trauma, misappropriation; many will exit the maze, many will drink at
the shrubberies, many will be guided, many more will exit accidentally. it
requires painstaking effort—constant musing, in all cases, suggestibility.
