07 Feb

2022


The Heathen's Way...



We come from the Ethers, into corporeal form...

Enacting our rituals, soon after we're born...


Dancing our dances, season after season...

Spinning our webs, each like a heathen...


Seeking to entrap, our unaware prey...

Day after day, within our own way...


A continuing game of competing survival...

Continually waiting for prey's next arrival...


Nourishment for the body, to keep it alive...

Day after day, in our quest to survive...


But what of our soul and its quest for Advances...

Can it really be achieved within such sad dances...


For surely we fall with ne'er hope of redemption...

Within such a dance of repeated contention...


Unless refinement of being, we seek within life...

No more the spider - freed from such strife...


To move within skill - both loving and pure...

In order to open life's much sweeter door...


Departing the badness, and all of that madness...

Releasing the pain, in exchange for some gladness...


Alive within harmony, away from the clout...

At peace with each other, and all that's about...


Then at the end of life's day, when Home we return...

No longer within Discord, do we then Burn...


(@ 7 February 2022)



Notes:

The word 'heathen' has simply been included in order to more readily reflect/acknowledge Aurora's 'Heathens' song/tune, from which such inspiration arose/originated - it is used within its more urban meaning - rather than its more formal/main-stream one...

The word 'Burn' is used to describe the various levels of personal and Environmental Discomforture some may perhaps find themSelves Abiding within upon their return Home - rather than pertaining, more literally, to the Catholic Fires of Hell and Damnation - be they real or otherwise...

This poem seemed somewhat different to work on, possibly because it arose out of unexpected spontaneity whilst reading the lyrics within Aurora's 'Heathens' musical offering, trying to ascribe a Greek god/goddess to it - the bare bones were noted down initially, before being left for other days attentions, within what turned out to be a relaxed/non-rushed approach of gradual continuation - twas perhaps like an artist returning several times, making increasingly more refined brush strokes upon the canvas until a sense of completion was arrived at, one supposes :-) :-) :-) ...