You walk the dog
On the beach with steel works
On the horizon approaching
Droplets of rain on your face
Shards of lifeforms’ shells under your feet
The sky is gray
Waves keep their rhythm going ……
Who was it?
Who told you first
That Myths of Love were trivial
That whirling around the Sacred Fire is bad ?
Where did you first hear
That Wild needs to be tamed
And its Power chained into endless meaningless Arbeit ?
How did you first forget
What is it like to feel the caress of a Dream on your eyelids
The Dream which brings the vision to the Heart ?
Why did you spent yourself
To outsmart one Fear in order to get into another ?
When did the life disappear from your life ?
.. long ago I was touched by reading a book by Chinghiz Aitmatov
where he describes (in an unforgettable painfully graphic way) a traditional tribal forceful removal of a memory out of a captive in an order to make a safe slave out of him/her … this creature was then called ‘mankurt’
… in a beautiful poetic language Chinghiz re-tells a heartbreakingly sad Kirghiz legend about a strong young man having been caught by an enemy tribe and made into a mankurt … his mother who loves him so refuses to believe that anything could possibly make her son to forget her … she rides her horse to the enemy camp and slowly finds her sons whereabouts .. she comes into his closeness and tries to sing to him the song which she used to sing to him when he was little … but her son thinks that she wants to steal the horses he was ordered to guard and to protect them he kills her ……
… this beautiful legend is of course an allegory to human kind and Mother Earth .. or Mother God perhaps …… as well as to our own personal life …..
also inspired by listening to some Eckhart Tolle’s stuff (I love his way… smiles)