Drink The Sweet Waters Poem by Atty Davis

While artists, scientists, and madmen tinker with the magical and mystical universe through discovery, inspiration, and creation, the rest of us are wrought with thoughts pounded with time as we vasilate between feelings of pleasure and pain, joy and sadness, and hope and hopelessness. We are the unfortunate creatures that are unaware that our dreams play just above our finger-tips waiting for the turmoil of the material world to be still for just a moment so that the mind can draw the eye to its existence, its reality, its truth, and its attainability.
Instead we decide to forget the magical and mystical part of us that began materially as the size of a head of a pin. We choose with great strain and effort to avoid the sweet waters of self-realization and trade it for a mediocre existence otherwise known as guilt, and fear, and shame. At one time we must have allowed one drop of these waters down our gullets because there is a flame in us, though it be dull. We choose to allow our hearts to beat, but we also choose bondage for ourselves. A perplexing mix that results in behaviors peculiar, decisions eradic, conclusions confusing. If we would realize how simple our lives could be, we would not resort to these damning ways. We have opted for bondage over freedom and as we try to free our children we continue the bondage inheritance unknowingly on them. Drink with me the waters so that we may all be free.