Disillusionment
Sagaciously foretold, flying on the wings of mind. Capriciously bold as forbidden boundaries are tread. And though sight is lifted beyond the horizon’s fence, beauty falls to the dusty earth and vanity calls in agony. No more joy to delight the wise or the foolish as hollowness is seen. No more feasting in a frenzy of pride to fill the belly of the wicked. No more desire to move the craftsman’s chisel across the unfinished stone to build monuments to the meaningless.
But for a crested seal to envelop the mind in a plain and grateful ignorance. But for a spell of sleep to undo what can not be undone. While a child looks up and sees the stars and asks not one dangerous question, a man flails wildly in the vacuous void, seeking to grab the infinite, attacking the endless serpent with a dagger that has no handle and only cuts his own hand. Groping for the changeless with transient thought, drowning in liquid mercury, exposing his veins for the ardor’s fangs to bless his blood with illumination.
The eagle therein feasts on the liver and never becomes full, never stops eating, never runs out of food. A torment known only by the knower of mysteries who’s diligent curiosity and valor have betrayed his secret intention and chained his soul to stone. Delighting in perpetual death the serpent power defends the unattainable in the hypnotic gaze of its pupils, like black wholes consuming all it sees. It bids your looking in a siren’s song and promises the coming of Heaven and the privilege of power. But your seeing is your undoing. And to your profound dismay, draining every drop of blood from your veins will not relieve the poison and will not unbind your chains.
For this dream is deeper than the imagined awakening…and in this dream, disillusionment is the bed that offers your only comfort. ~Asa
