We are all volunteers
in the army of symbology.
All fighting a pseudo war
for authenticity’s sake.
We may luckily return
as heroes of self love
but the casualty counts
are highly contested.
Many wounds
only bleed emotions.
There will be vine deaths
in service to the cause
that never know the bloom
of victory first hand.
For the enemy’s lines
are unclear
and the cause worthiness
is never cleanly stated
in terms we can
easily defend or embrace.
Where we live our lives
beyond the upkeep
and the projections,
the ocean of oneness
goes along mostly unnoticed
but blessedly undisturbed.
The nectar is not to sip
but the ocean itself.
The hobby of symbology
will have its time and place
as all methods do.
That frame of mind
and its war of application
will cease to be so center stage
when oneness is in full bloom.
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