into something new

The rock in its crevasse the bird in its tree are there for a reason quite unknown to me. I can't see its outline can't grasp lasso noose the deep underlying immutable truth that lies at the heart of this world I live in that's been there before it did even begin. Its contours are shady its net spans the sky it lives in the twinkle loosed from a child's eye it sounds in all barking and every squeak and though it's Unknowable it's far from weak. To miss it's a tragedy words cannot measure and it does care neither for pain nor for pleasure but only for balance which always comes back which sits at the center not white and not black. To hold to it I must learn to let all things go and act without acting and like water flow and stick to what lies at the core of my Self and care not for honor or disgrace or wealth. I praise it in all things both tiny and large am learning to let go and put it in charge to bask in the frailty of this mortal coil and work to keep living when it's turned to soil. To do this I polish the swastika there in its 3rd position its bright golden lair and mete out its power when the time is right and squint not at daylight nor stumble at night. This is not a lie it is what's true for me I post in this space for all man to see then turn back to doing what I love to do – to re-purpose rubbish into something new.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥