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Give me the blue of the sky and I have clarity, for in that expanse of sweet calm air is a sense of freedom. The sky is both high above and touching my skin, reaching all the way to the path that sparkles with the first autumn frost. Is there anything so cleansing as this? Perhaps the river that flows, or the forest that hosts so much nature... It is what my spirit calls for, a chance to be one with so much and feel the togetherness of solitary moments, the connectedness of all living things.
You call me serious. That's okay. Because at times like this it would be insane to smile, to appease and pretend I'm blind to the damage being inflicted. You are on the wrong path, my friend, at your feet swirls negative energy, your aura is dark. Cold logic alone brings cruel choices, for in the absence of love the greatest logic is rendered stupid in the worst way.
It takes love to bring me to a smile, from within or another source. Love is the greatest of intelligence, the beauty, the reason we have joy and laughter, giving us the ability to sustain Earth now and into the future. Only when love and logic are combined are we truly smart, making choices that bring more peace and health. The path at my feet swirls with a warm energy, a sense of nurture and love; my aura is a constant light in any weather.
So, underneath my serious expression is a steady love, yet under your smile is indifference. It is for me to invite you to try the way of the love, to feel gratitude and positivity. It's time to wean yourself off the poison of power and control... it's time learn to love again. You do that and I'll smile every day, inside and out.
Narcism comes of having a fragile ego, they build the walls of indifference and seek status to hide the vulnerable self, striking out, being aggressive. The truth is, if you are secure about who you are and truly love that person, your ego is so strong that you seek cooperation over power, and your self care and love is healthy. The greatest warrior, indeed perhaps the only one, we ever face is the self in that battle between doing the most loving thing and being the selfish primitive self. The narcissist losses that battle every day, always choosing to use their primitive "me first" instincts over the more highly evolved self controlled, empathic and giving self. So, what I'm saying Troy, is that narcism may appear to be a fabulous gift, but it will destroy the "you" you were born to be... poisoning your soul.
Wintry trees stand as ballet dancers poised to show the world their grace, strength showing in how they remain so still in the seasonal gusts. Now that the leaves have fallen, they are so proud, as if their silvery-brown skin was their glory all along. I lift my head into the wind, eyes open for this softly lit day. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time.
Legend says their hearts died in their chest cavities long ago, that they putrified and made a heavy slime about their lungs as thick as underworld tar. That's how they became killers and perhaps why. The witches of the north say their emptiness is their madness, that they take life over and over as if they may possess the hearts and souls, yet never so. To be healed someone pure has to love each of them, to reform their heart as if it was the finest of clay, then set it to beating with pure nature's essence. So until they find such a being to forgive all that they have done, to break the universal scales and set them free to begin anew, the killing goes on.
If one has a heart to plunder, to be the wrong sort of king, I suppose a castle is what you need. I suppose if you want so much more than any man or woman has a right to, then you need tall walls of stone... for your castle and your mind. I imagine these people are lonely behind such rocky towers, paranoid as they fill their world with weapons, each as deadly as the last sin they inflicted on the less powerful. How they preach, those greedy ones who sit and guzzle, taking whatever and whomever they please. Yes. I can see why they would need to live in a building such as that... grand and empty, dank with small windows and surrounded by their own filth. It's just perfect.
Mankind, kind man, you have one task in this era - save the Earth and each other. Let your love show in your work, your greatness shine through humility and let gratitude bring forbearance for the hardships you must face. The loved and loving creations of this world are more than your species, yet as the dominant life you carry the responsibility. One focus, one task, save Earth... and let it bond you as brother and sister across seas and land so that into the millennia to come you are as kin.
We can keep this world of stacked random poor choices, this world that evolved of goodness and cruelty... or imagine a new one... a fresh start for us all. We can imagine farming vertically right next to beautiful vertical cities, living in a way that uses less land mass. We can imagine the land re-wilded with forests and animals roaming freely as they did in the past. We can imagine cooperating and providing for one another, doing what's right for humanity and Earth rather than acting as weirdly "old toddlers" who want to biggest and best of everything regardless of the cost to others. We can imagine being real adults even if we're young... perhaps especially if we're young. We can imagine a peaceful world together where humanity is happy and healthy... because imagining is the first step to making it real... so imagine something new... leave the "box" and keep on going. Start from scratch as creative writers do... what is the human animal? What do we really need? What do we love? What keeps us healthy and happy?
In those difficult times he was the king we needed, down to earth and real. He showed us what he'd learnt in life - the value of nature and the simple things. He drank water, tea, normal things. He loved gardening, growing vegetables with his grandchildren and being in the company of animals. He was humble about his mistakes, obviously scarred, but so bold in his will to love deeply. That's the example that helped our nation on the road to a kind of healing, seeing that we too could make amends by living well, respecting both nature and one another.
We've all got these trauma brains now, brains that developed with less love than we needed, crap food and violence. We've all got these short attention spans and the need to pull people close only to push them away when things get hard. It's that urge to run, that fear of trust, that uncomfortableness with nurturing love - addicted to the dysfunction and rejecting the cure. It takes a bravery to let it in, to allow the self to be loved by another. I think to let it be solid, lasting, good, I need to love me too and that's been so brutally hard. And they say you gotta have someone else love you first, so ain't that a vicious cycle? So, yeah, I've been bad. I pushed you away. I made up reasons for stuff you did and believed them, as if you ever could have had a mean intention, that was never you. So our breakup, my coldness, my spite... it's bad wiring I'm fighting. At least now I know, at least there's a chance for something better. So, I can say hand on heart I deserve this, that I have throughly earned your distain, but you wanna be my friend? Because I wanna learn how to be yours. If I help, if I'm kind I might start to like myself and that would be a start to something better.
The elf holds herself much as branches do and other things so natural. I suppose I had come to forget how stiff humans can be, as if they carry a fear the elves don't. Their kind moves as autumn leaves do, freely yet within the flow of creation, a serene purpose woven with a nobility and purpose. We stay still. Of course she knew of our presence long before we were aware of her, elves always do, for they are truly wild. We take a moment to let in the sacred spirit, to resonate with her, for she is bound only by nature's laws - not the sort for lesser animals - perhaps the highest kind. Which promises safety for the loving and danger for the dangerous.
I hardly notice the bow any longer, it's as if we have become one. There was a time I would never have ceded to carrying a weapon, yet love demands that you defend what you love, else what is it? What are we without it? I cannot fathom how the enemy feels, taking with cold and greedy cores, indifferent to our suffering as they build castles of gold and fertilise their trees with our bones.
A warrior must always have a core of love to be safe, to be one with mother nature and the spirits who guide us, otherwise why would she take sides? Why would she help? And so in my hands the wood of the bow is as one of my own fingers, the string as one of my own muscles and the arrows fly straight because my love is the same. I pray one day I may lay it down, to be at peace, and let my heart be all the weapon I need. Until then, this is how it is.