Servant to the Slave Master

We cannot serve two masters.

How many times have we denied great beauty around us, because fear told us so?

There have been moments of freedom.

But always to this master we return.

A master known as Fear.

Who tells us Love is not safe.

And even if it was, we are still not worthy with all our imperfections.

 

And yet we wonder how perfection is defined?

A master that says we need to do more..and more

Always another requirement

Another condition

Always more..

 

Are we special to this master, or just puppets?

His boots are great, and we feel their crushing pressure.

Boots that we all lick, for just a f*****g chance.

A chance to feel worthy of freedom.

Only to realize each time, the boots grow larger.

We give it more, and it wants more.

A nightmarish artistic relationship…dare I say?

 

Our tongues have become black,

from all the sludge and s**t we lick off master’s boots.

With the hope of attaining freedom.

Freedom of kaleidoscopic love

But the chains of this master weigh us back down.

 

Yet for some, there is a rage inside of us.

A burning rage

The rage of a lion defending its pride

A rage that screams out, I have been addicted!

Addicted to what?

Addicted to suffering! The wind of duality says.

 

How to take back my freedom?!

How to dissolve the addiction?!  The suffering?!

And so, the journey begins.

The inner fire speaks to the shadows of my mind.

I sit, wait, contemplate

Never forgetting to BREATHE!

A mountain standing its ground to all elements.

Where is the source of this suffering?!

Is it I, us, we?!

Or

Is it the slave master known as fear?!

My heart, my tree of life says enough!

I see, I see, I see

 

The world of duality shall no longer inform me of who I am,

For I am, and that is who I am.

The illusionary world no longer validates my worth of love.

I am worthy of love, because I am love.

My spiritual soul shall once again walk as one.

With all that is.

 

I am free, I am free

To exist, to breathe, to live, to experience.

The law of old, is an old wine skin

Deteriorating, weak, useless, and fear based.

A decent teacher at first, yet an ultimate failure

 I honor the slave master for his lessons, as I break his chains.

 

Moving beyond

Only to fulfill the birth of a new law, a new master known as grace

A new law only to be experienced in a new wine skin

A law with no boundaries

A law of without limits

A law of unconditional love

A law of true freedom

A law of LIFE.

Reviews

[ettorney]

Poignant piece. It has a nice arc from what is fear to f**k fear to I am lovable to I believe it. Well done expression