Choice, Balance & Opposition
They say that darkness creates light.
That out of confusion springs out knowledge.
That it is nothingness that sparks everything.
That by letting go we subconsciously go towards what we dream.
That the feminine is surrounded in mysticism and diabolically guides and powers the masculine.
That the creative is submerged in the wet and blood driven moonlight. That everything is cyclical.
That time spans across sideways, forwards and backwards.
That we are guided by the inner and judged by the outer.
In this endless, perfectly created mess we are like sand particles, blown into incomprehensible directions.
How easy it is to see, the pure and white insignificant thing that we call choice.
How minor and transparent our cries of freedom sound.
Like being slapped across the face by the hand of The Mother for daring to think that we are creators instead of vessels, infinitely trapped in illusions of grandiose thoughts.
They call this opposition a state of perfect balance. They claim that a double edged sword has a middle, where the truth can be found.
That by allowing the self to be carried by the wind we will reach our favourite destination...if only we use this thing called 'choice'...
If only we choose without a specific target. If only we decide and then forget, falling into the arms of the unknown.
They have forgotten to tell us that mere simplicity does not lie in simply giving up, nor does it live in this man made word, that looses all meaning called free will.
They say a lot of things...A mass of spider webs that make up meaning...
Yet we must carry on, suspended, moving forward while trying to remain still for the magic to enchant us and lead us where our deepest and darkest wishes live.