Callused
Spiritual correctness
That drowns out true passion
Not even remotely blue
But dull, murky gray
The grays and blues
Of civil war
Pitting brother against brother
Self against self
Only death on the battlefield
Remnants of a war
Built on HOPE
Fueled by EGO
Naivety
Peer pressure
The attachment to vanity
The place who wants to be hero
Aching to fill a void
No man, woman or child
Could ever fill
At least, not alone, anyway
Buying into beliefs
Of how it's supposed to be done
Never to realize
None of it matters
We are already here
Already home
Already nurtured and cradled
Already loved
Never have we been apart
From this great love
Never have we ever
Done anything wrong
My brothers, my sisters
You show up in me
You shape me
For I am you and you are me
Individual
Realized
Private and cohorting
Open and transparent
Softness settles back in
After the agitation of the callous
Rubbing, gnawing, wearing
The story, the life, the truth
Gray seeps back into blue
And soon to black
Face softens
Jaw loosens
Another death on the battlefield
This time embraced
Pieces picked up and held
Brought back into embodiment
Cherished first in this temple
This house of God
The only place I belong
Nowhere else, I AM at home
Gaia Trojanowski
June 14, 2012
That drowns out true passion
Not even remotely blue
But dull, murky gray
The grays and blues
Of civil war
Pitting brother against brother
Self against self
Only death on the battlefield
Remnants of a war
Built on HOPE
Fueled by EGO
Naivety
Peer pressure
The attachment to vanity
The place who wants to be hero
Aching to fill a void
No man, woman or child
Could ever fill
At least, not alone, anyway
Buying into beliefs
Of how it's supposed to be done
Never to realize
None of it matters
We are already here
Already home
Already nurtured and cradled
Already loved
Never have we been apart
From this great love
Never have we ever
Done anything wrong
My brothers, my sisters
You show up in me
You shape me
For I am you and you are me
Individual
Realized
Private and cohorting
Open and transparent
Softness settles back in
After the agitation of the callous
Rubbing, gnawing, wearing
The story, the life, the truth
Gray seeps back into blue
And soon to black
Face softens
Jaw loosens
Another death on the battlefield
This time embraced
Pieces picked up and held
Brought back into embodiment
Cherished first in this temple
This house of God
The only place I belong
Nowhere else, I AM at home
Gaia Trojanowski
June 14, 2012