In the land of the
one-eye king
the two-eye man pretends to be
blind
for there could be no vision
greater than the king's
no tolerance for such things in this land
for there can be no sight the king has not seen
no right the king has not gleaned.
In the land of the
one-eye king
the two-eye man pretends to be
blind
finds safety in the darkness of structured ignorance
climbs under shallow beds of cowardice
and binds his potentials with thick yellow ropes of
forgetfulness
white-lies
hope
promises
discretion
deceit
he sits in defeat at the feet of the one-eye king
afraid
self-conquered
practicing passive resistance
hiding from light
downplaying insight.
In the land of the
one-eye king
the two-eye man
lives and dies
blinder than blind
1 comment:
..."blinder than blind." Mmm...
This poem touched me deeply. I always want to walk with the "one-eye king." Walk in profound rightness. Steered away from religions' specifics. Cowardly I give in to the wrongness of others, "structured ignorance." Is there any human who strives for perfection? Having the practice of knowingness, remembrance, zero-lies, faith, true vows, indistinctness (ruling out dislikes and of course racism), realities-truthfulness. The will to want to live "in the land," seem to empowers others to throw me on the street like yesterday's shamefulness. Can I continually walk in the light where 99.9% of humankind appears to have a likingness for darkness--speedy to dislike, run away from light, quick to hate?
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