To taste sweetness on the lips of destruction
To walk into a fiery blaze blind to the pain
To smile at your own corpse covered in garlands of flowers
To be insane
A spider’s web separates sanity and mad-ity
Religions beg us to lock up those deviant thoughts,
Far into the abyss of the endless mind
Don’t they know?
There are no locks inside a mind
Yet we search for the key
Barriers are illusory
Does a mosquito repent for infecting a child with malaria?
Or does it simply play the part assigned?
The world needs mosquitoes for something (I guess)
What is our part?
Are we assigned to tightrope our entire lives
Between temptation and absolution?
Great thinkers talk about the zen of “just be” in the world
But the social machine doesn’t let one “just be”
Darwin got it wrong
It cannot be survival of the fittest
For how did the delicate rosebud survive the plague, the holocaust,
How is it the redwoods have been around before dinosaurs and continue to “just be?”
While the mighty dinosaurs perished
It must be survival of the harmonious
Survival of creatures who are willing to be destroyed
Who taste sweetness on the lips of destruction
Creatures that shed a seed to the unknown future
Trusting the wind to carry it to safety, the earth to protect it,
Willing to wilt and rot in the winter cold
And also willing to bloom again in spring
Creatures who trust life’s insanity
Who take what the earth gives them,
Not the other way around
Survival of the harmonious…
Maybe we were never built that way
To be insane