The
praises eventually settles in
like
barons of concrete.
The
directives as compliments become specified
as
expectational boundaries without reprieve.
That
which in receivership, flatters,
serves as
to bind.
The
pedestal of perceptual placement
becomes a
highly exalted prison
in the
sky-praise from the other.
There is
no audience for one to have
a leap of
faith.
Life is
forever following a directive
echoed in
the mind.
The
script is daily forthcoming
with no
relief or reprisal.
Adoration,
however sweet in initial scintillations,
is still
a supreme form of this objectification;
to live
in the perception
of
another’s value of you.
You
yourself captured and kept
suppressed
by all your attempts
to please
the adorer,
suffocating
in the breath-death
of your
own first person dreams.
You
become the master of the act-out
for the
other.
Between
the two of you,
the
richer the fervor and the deeper the ardor,
the more
concealed the presence of the trapdoor below,
you and
yourself as that martyr.
To
discover that your life-force is spent on another
who has
marionetted your existence
in
service to their cause is shattering and humbling.
Once
committed, these shackles are hard to get rid of
and
basically without redress,
once upon
deep discovery.
To undo
without furthering the damage is a delicate bind.
To
dismantle the altar without sacrilegious intent,
is a
sacred bravery beyond the nature of attempt.
For that
which has held you high in the sky of their sight
is
clearly buried in the mire of their own self-doubt.
Victimhood
to spiritual ascent is a delicate path to intend.
To decode
adoration while in service to the source
requires
an empathy beyond self-needs
and
clarity beyond self-rendered in circumstance.
The river
of dynamics has to change course
by some
transcendent means.
The
politics of adoration is also a unbeknownst plead.
That
which adores,
screams
in the most silent of voices,
yet
knowing of the harmonics but voiceless to sing.
Adoration
has a amplified megaphone
filled
with the breath from that soul
yet
captured and asleep in the murmur of their weep,
buried
behind the mountain of adoration they would heap.
To discover how tail wags dog
is the
mystery before you.
Out of
creative non-control, spirit can rise,
feel
blessed by circumstance and revel in the outcome,
beyond the obvious and
profound in nature from within.
The politics of adoration can become the
fertile firewood
for a deeper spiritual residence
to become
conscious and a gifting of service
to
transform the other into their own being.
The
politics of adoration is always a hidden agenda,
looking
for life through others,
so unsuccessfully
so . . .
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