dance the dance

the rocks of passion, sit evenly on a field of dreams,waiting expectantly through the heat of a humid day, into the dancing shadows of a cool breezy moonlit night.

in the dying moments of an all embracing African sunset , they stir in the mists of their own shadow filled reverie.
as the beams of a full moon dance , through the shadow of sleep, something seems to stir.

a sun baked earth, the sand as red as blood, that has been shed for eons, plays host to the dance of the shadows.

the silent energies of a seemingly sterile semi desert environment, takes on the vista of a playground, as the energies detach themselves from their hosts and free themselves from the constraints of an existence, of the seen, to a heritage of what has always existed, but was hardly ever seen.

to be able to partake of these marvellous and mysterious antics, one has to be able to suspend the belief, in what one has been led to believe.

hidden deep inside each one of us is the the key to be able to unlock the mysteries of the universe.
the shadow dance is just one of those mysteries, which requires that one is able to shift the point of perception, from the everyday illusion ,to the point of the mystery illusion,residing in our DNA, and it is archetypal memory, which we have to persuade and coerce,to come back,so that we may and are able to glimpse, that which has been present inside us, but has remained hidden, unless the opportunities of self empowerment are utilised.

as i hold myself suspended in the belief of what transpires, i become aware of the darkness.

how is one able to describe something which is able to manipulate and feed off the individual?
it is able to strike terror in the hearts and minds of most people.

the darkness, is the all encompassing mass of energy, which has been deadened by the countless
sentient beings, who have tried to be more than it, but have never quite succeeded.

it is the bone chilling numbness.
it is the black hole of human emotions.
it is the programming of those that first fed the lies to the innocent, who were turned and swayed into perpetuating this fear,generation after generation.
to walk with the darkness, one has to be able to first embrace this ungodly mass of dark black hole energy.
who exactly in their right mind is about to leap into the jaws of imminent danger with a smile on their faces and teeth , which chatter and play your favourite marching song.

is this the infantry march over the minefields and through the barrage of enemy fire ?
is this comparison to a battle an apt one, or is it i who is getting carried away with the multitudinous images, which are assailing my senses and asking me the questions.

do you not hear the whispering on the evening breeze ?
in the city without silence, even in the hum of traffic, there is a message.
am i able to decipher it ?
are you willing to make the attempt ?
where does the reality start and the illusion end ?
are you able to take hold of this grand opportunity and face the darkness ?

it might be said that even what i write at this moment is an illusion and what is being said is a pigment/ figment of my overworked imagination.
does it really matter what it is, if at the end, sitting in the armchair of comfort ability, you are able to dismiss all and make them right.

how does one make right the sacrifice of any human being in the greater scheme of things ?
how is one able to justify it?
is it religion, is it race, is it something they deserved, is it revenge, is it........ and the list could continue for infinity.
to justify something so heinous, is the same as not doing anything, while one basks in one's own comfortability.
how does one separate the natural flow of things and the illusion of the flow.

being able to embrace the darkness means that one has been able to reprogram oneself and has the opportunity to be able to find out who one is.
this is not on the outside.
this is the essence which transcends belief into universal knowingness.

when one is ready to embrace one's own darkness, which resides in one's essence, you are able to walk through the illusion of the external darkness, seeing it for what it truly is; the doubt that existed in oneself from the very beginning.
the doubt manifested the fear, which fed the darkness.

there are always those that would profit over those, who have the fear.
it is not that they do not have the fear, they are better at accommodating and relocating it into the oblivious state.
these are the one's who love to feed off the meek.
for a man, courageousness does not equate with macho.

it is how one deals with the flow of energy in one's life.
how fitting that the seemingly strongest are the one's with the largest fears.

as i come back to the silence of the night-----the darkness has disappeared---with my intentions and focus,i have confronted it by being myself and it has dissipated into the illusion of the night.

my shoulders relax and i start to enjoy the playful energy shadows doing their dance.
i begin to hear the rhythm and then the music starts to flow.
it seeps into my consciousness, through my body and spontaneously, i start to dance.

as the beams reflect off my erubescent moist skin, i suddenly realise in the moment, that what i have accomplished, is learning how to dance the dance of the shadows to stop the world.

in that moment, which is an eternity, all has been accomplished.

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