russell powers


Aries - Poem by russell powers

In my empathy for humans I began to hate them. Like a fire started to bring warmth and comfort to a lone soul that is lost in a forest of his own despair, the meek fire grows to the point of engulfing the very Forrest that imprisoned him. After awhile he learns to like the fire because it is clearing away all that defined his loneliness in the first place. The trick is to not get burned as one bathes in the heat of the flames.

Flames - the same flames of lustful passion. The burn from such flames cannot be held with any type of aid. However most curiously one enters into the inferno like the moth to a candle, with no sense of reason for what is best for its existence. So naive is the constant hope for happiness that consequences fall to the abyss that is ignorance. Counter intuitively the nature of such an abyss is symbolically, Eden. Where Adam and Eve together sit content under the tree of knowledge making their location literally within a shadow of ignorance. Thus it takes man being consumed by ignorance to be in God’s grace. How can this be? It is said that God’s grace is complex, but simplistically, can be described as love. When we are in love we sit under the knowledge that we will be discontent and unfilled because we choose the alone ACT of BEING as the meaning of our existence. We choose to be in love ignoring the knowledge that being in love has painful consequences.

Oh how I hope the moth feels no pain. If they feel no pain that means they do not truly feel love. In my empathy for moths I have begun to hate them.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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