Fear

Fear

Fear dibilitates
Fear separates
Fear makes us war with each other.

Fear stops us from changing the world
It makes our limbs heavy
It brands our soul and mind and fills us with woe.

Fear makes us cautious, conservative and atrophied,
Fear without good grounds is terrorism,
It makes us bear those ills we have,
It is an ancient manipulation.

Fear separates us,
One from another,
When we really are: alltogether.

Yet dumped in this world of black or white,
Afraid of our own heart beat,
We slide beneath the covers,
We fall asleep,
neath the static snow of ignorance,
Beneath a weight of helplessness,
Of inconciquence ;
A drop set against the ocean.
At war with ourselves,
Devouring ourselves,
Chasing our tales,
like an old mythic serpent.


Why are we surprised that half the world anaesthetists  itself with booze or drugs or both. Fear makes us buckle down or drop out,
Fight or flea, fear stops us dead from rising as our spirit says we should,
Fear whispers that our dreams are not worthy,
Fear destroys action,
Fear negates creation.

Fear makes us sick in our own imagination.
Fear makes hate,
Fear makes us greedy,
Fear makes us dangerous.

We make fear the state religion,
Fear becomes our advocate,
Becomes our friend forever,
The warder happily holding keys,
Of the cell we lock ourselves in.

Its an unweeded garden in a private plantation,
Where we are ensnared by a never ending reflection,
Caught in the lights we see our own shadow,
Cast on the wall of our cell,
And we cower.

We build a temple to fear in our news and our fiction.
We raise up on high the voice of the worst that we could be,
We paint it in sickly hues upon each other.

If instead of fear upon our altars high,
we loved each other and ourselves,
What would not be possible?
How could we then be loneley?