Annexed: Fall to See from Beneath/ Step three: Universal Advice, Please!
So reason! Will you give me whatever advice? As insight I surely lack, not vice! Shall I walk grand yet withered from dignity? Shall I keep my head high among swinging blades? Shall I my humiliation conceal while being stoned at? Shall I simper while swaggering on my knees? Or is it spontaneous for a soul’s soldier to march on his stomach with simulated ease? It’s insolent to ask for the evident—I know! But not another frugal burden—not another price! I must pay for the redemption—for virtue, I never favoured. Chastity—I enjoyed its concept, how simply flavoured! But now, I choose the righteous stand. From hell, I must be banned. I had to do my mistakes. I had to put my life at stake. I had to learn what I don’t know! Now, in debt to life—that’
Now, I will purify my soul and plead my case. Stare at myself till I see my face. Then harness my growing path—quite discreetly. Find my inner wealth—rather completely. And in time, announce my hidden light—then shine to shame the rumours of evil—that there’s not enough hope in this world—no need to dream— and no need to chase.
But if I stand my ground, and crisscross with an angelic face among thugs—will they let me survive those bugs? Smashing against the shield of my drive—blinding my sight to clasp their coarse bounds! Those professed heroes! Why not kill superman to become the man? Splendid thought! Not as bad as it sounds. A plain distraction to help you forget, that you’re not the hero, but merely trading your soul as a courtesan! Who cares about the tact of the dance! Take the chance and assassinate me—on the charge that comforts you. A paragon of virtue! No, that will comfort me! But why not for a moral truthful stance! I’m raising the ethical flag in a brigand’s world! Surely, “pas à la mode” and not the jive!
But I’m not superman, not even a man! And that is my perfection. But does that limit my questions, sorrows, and tension? I’m fraught as you are, and yearn not to be the idol, but to achieve a soul that’s free from struggle and bridle.
But what shall I do while in between?! Shall I wear the lion’s face in a virtuous, peaceful soul? Shall I hide my goodness and decency’s trace? But then, if the supreme is hidden, where do I find it beyond myself? How do I decipher the gentle from the evil? By intuition! Great idea— revolutionary pace!
But sometimes, when in chaos and in need, with a defeated inner pride, and waning moral strength, don’t we doze off that inner guide into stupor? To allow the acceptance of the alarming scene! Isn’t there the world’s dwelling—precarious to the outsider, and clamorous “still” to the insider? Those faithless growing demands that feed on our “urgent” needs—as we speculate the next best deed! Where is the promised heaven?! The unswerving super! Or shall I go back to sleep...! Where the dream is arousing, yet cheap!
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Walking with the Vain Cattle/ The fight with the self/ inner struggle and its monologue. Visit press room to read reviews and other posts. A spiritual drama about the passage from the darkness to the light, the fight between the ego and the spirit in a materialistic world while trying to reach harmony, balance and inner peace. A theatrical musical.
This piece is about: FACING: one’s mistakes, self, consequences, the evil of this world, one’s own pain, falling, yearning for paradise, numbing one’s emotions and instinctive reactions to survive, looking within, emotional evasion, abandoning one’s pride in search for awakening. The necessity of failure in order to truly succeed, knowing how to lose to better win.