Give in to surrender, she told them at dawn, Retreat not an inch though 'til this battle's won. The enemies outside they cannot compare to those on the inside who from our eyes stare. The ego is massive if we give it power wherefore we just witness it each waking hour. Those foes in their trenches can huddle and wait until we here unmoving have accepted fate and cleared our vision of need want and woe – thereafter to meet them we will duly go. Therefore keep on breathing and settling down until all the coils and snares are unwound until human passion has melted away with nothing but godliness left in its place. With that she stopped talking and sat herself too as the foul artillery whistled anew as hands pounded hard at the doors to within as outside men bayed for the fight to begin. When their hearts were voided of fear want and hate they massed at the beams of their stout wooden gate and rushed sallied streamed forth in a crashing tide and fought 'til the last of their enemies died. With their homeland safe and their heart-spaces filled they buried the bodies of all who'd been killed and held a great funeral solemn and grave and marked the new mound with a large wooden stave. We vanquished not only an outside force here but also the ego and all that it fears, she said without passion or pride in her tone, Which makes this two battles that we have just won. Say prayers for the fallen make sacrifice too and carry these lessons in all that you do: take time to be empty of want honor pride and sally forth evermore filled with white light.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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