Suffocation

Woes is the earth for it misses our breathe our voice our being our very presence, the dance is stifled be every day choreography. The windows we build invite the sun, but we shade and cover blocking its rays of healing light. The cupboards and cabinets the doors inside domain hide all the truths of life as chores and necessities we hide until need arises. The walls and small rooms are separation not freedom they reinforce fleeing not feeling and we build prisons the same and call this home. Unnaturally built to stand against time, another mistake of the forgotten mind. Our food is packaged not one with our lives for we are not in a system of being but a prison of shadows. We build our own cages and decorate them natures image we live inside houses built to block out the earth never to go outward unless traveling to work. Furniture becomes lived in not used for relaxing after a day of being we think we cast out our shadows yet this gives them power and we become them in prisons we built and call home. Woe is the earth for it calls us home and few answer. Woe are those who have become and continue in being for the see the truth without shadows disdain. Rejoice all the same for we dance and sing together across time and place, to slowly guide others how to do the same through presence of being in this darkened place and in this act joy finds our us and nourishes our souls to being.