The beast

We appear stuck; freeing ourselves from all that binds and blots our existence. To numb our senses from this reality we engage in frivolity, believing the lies we've made our own in an attempt to hold on to hope. We've laboured in darkness and have watched the darkness fade. We hold on to the memory of those who have gone before us. Like a flower, their existence has thrived and succumbed perennially.

Their existence has not been in vain for they have forced our eyes skyward as if following a shooting star. In repeatedly appearing to us they have given us an opportunity to read the very stars that they shoot through. They have allowed us to see that dark is the hour, and that nearer draws the dawn of a new day. Their existence, short lived as it is, has awakened and provoked the beast. Consequently the beast in its awakening, has given humanity a chance to outwit it for it has unveiled itself.

The unveiling of the beast is necessary for the liberation of the soul. It is also just one aspect of liberation. Many, after the beast has been unveiled, are paralysed by the unveiled image of the beast and hail themselves conscious. They confirm the existence of the beast but lack the ability to express its existence. They accept the beast's existence among them and dare not confront it.

Once the beast has been unveiled it follows that it be slain, with any means necessary. The slaying of the beast appears to be a great challenge because a vast majority have accepted it's existence among the people, and in turn defende the beast. Due to their sheer determination in protecting the beast, the beast has been asleep and has its spell on the vast majority work for it while it slumbers.

A few have dared go against the vast majority and have been freed of the beast's spell. These few have paid  the ultimate price, and in return have tasted liberation. Their efforts demonstrated selflessness. They dared to confront the beast, and in so doing came to the realisation that their life is a gift to humanity, and that slaying the beast is the liberation of all humanity.

May the Lord who is paramount chief of all grant that these few inspire more to confront the beast, and ultimately compel it to unveil itself; for in its unveiling, dreadfully fearful with shuddering might, it shall be slain.

Mother

Mother,

I am in love with you.

You gave me life,

Nursed and held me in your bosom

And comforted me in times of distress.
I  am eternally grateful for you,

And your unending love.

Mother,

How I long to make you happy,

To wipe away all your pain,

And make you smile.

Life has been difficult to you.

You've had to take a back seat

When it really should be you driving

You have endured much suffering,

Simply because of your womanhood.

I feel your strength in my being,

It encourages me to face the world.

Mother,

I'm a man today.

I'm ashamed of what I've become.

I'm no longer the innocent son you held.

I'm now part of the group that tells you you're not good enough,

Part of the lot that wants you to be subservient.

I smile with those who have no respect for you,

I eat with those who murder you -

All for acceptance into the fragile club called manhood,

All for ego and power.

Mother,

I honour you.

I am a husband today,

And I'm learning to do better.

I will forever remain your son,

And stand with you to face life

And it's continued barrage of your womanhood.

I am comforted in this lonely place I find myself in,

knowing very well that you've stood tall and proud in the midst of great adversity.

Mother,

I am blessed to be your son.