Symbiosis

We are always going, going, going, even if we think we're standing still. I am convinced that some development will be reached when I will be thinking that I'm standing still in the next couple of weeks. When I'll start working again - and I asked to do lots of hours (80+/week) - it will cross my mind that I'm standing still, doing nothing worth while, but I am beginning to be convinced that even then, I will be able to develop myself to find a goal for me to achieve.

I was walking the streets of the suburbs yesterday and I noticed all those lives I do not want for myself even though these people seemed perfectly contented with them. Considering myself enlightened in the face of that may come across as a little cocky, but it's a thought I cannot evict from my mind - and personally I don't see any reason to do so either. I have tasted of a life I could see myself having (a life in which I would laugh even more derisively at those other lives) and I am thinking about sacrifice...


The Shaman's Sacrifice


The shaman held the little lamb
tightly cuffed with his hands'
metal bars - the whole tribe
knew what was about to happen;
they sang the song of sacrifice,
danced the dance of deliverance -
the little lamb struggled, shrieked,
begging for another chance - but oh!
the God of Peace demanded a sacrifice
and he could not be denied, even lambs
should recognise that! The shaman yelled
out, warming the cold night air, seeing
his tribe fading and the lamb fighting.
When the shaman reached trance or ecstacy
-nobody could really tell-
his bare hands cut the little lamb
so that it instantly lost life
in service of that higher cause:
the pleasing of the God.