Love to Culga Sea

I know I live in an objective reality,
because I'm constantly
commenting on the beauty around me.
but the truth is an entirely different notion.
Things are neither one or the other.
Dualism is determined on our sheer wonder of the object,
itself.
in this moment.
I choose the vision of reality
where all things are beautiful.

We live in a culture defined by labels and designations.
Encouraging
A lack of identity-flexibility,
with a lockdown personality.
I want to stay open to who I am
and be open to what that might be
but upon introduction,
I'm expected to make claims about myself in concrete terms.
I find myself contradicting myself, slowly, with everything
I end up identifying with.

I can't live in a world where we only hear the hero's side of the tail.
The hero is driven by god, they say,
but is their triumph the whole truth?
If god created all things,
Then villains and monsters
have also been touched by heavenly masters.
Were they placed here for the entertainment of the gods?
Created to be evil and put to suffer for their sins?
Why must light conquer darkness?
Why not embrace the shadow?
Does light not fade into darkness?

Why wage a war
by splitting in two?
When the atom splits,
Does It not cause such a stir?
Whole valleys and cities are
Vanquished by the division
Of the smallest particle,
It shows that the little things
Really do count.

If god created us in their own image
Then god has both dulistic attributes.
So, if I’m poised with the problem
Of good and evil
I'll try to take a step back
And try to look at the god within.




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