So little about this life we know
Our past is written by victors of war
Our education of life comes from them
Why do we listen?
 
We hold onto our ideas
our beliefs
our agreements
All of them came before us!
 
Name one of yours?
Did your idea of what a man is come from you
or from another?
Did your belief in what a woman should be come from you
or from someone else?
 
Did you choose what manners you obey
or the morals you hang onto
or the laws you believe are just
or the ethics you live your life by?
 
Name one thing that did not influence your choices.
If you conform to that which came before you
then what choice did you make?
If you rebelled against that which came before you
Then are you still not within their grasp?
 
How many men do we know
who share their grand ideas
yet we have heard it a million times before?
Where is something Original?
 
So then what do we know of LIFE?
We know what has not been questioned
We know what has been fought against
We know what has been enforced
We know what has been shamed.
 
How wonderful are the many
who seek to discover what was known before
and what we have forgot
and what we have not yet seen.
 
Even now we know that ALL who had another way
we shunned and cast out and crucified!
How fearful are we of Liberty?
How dependant are we on sheepishness?
 
Even now we do embrace the teachings
of ancient masters
while forgetting that past
by shunning the liberators of today!
 
Even now the freedom of the ancient masters
has been twisted into the shame of man’s obedience to man.
We don’t want to know there is more
so much more, how scary it is!
 
To know such a thing requires
pure confession of individualty
courage to abide alone
and faith in the plan of the universe.
 
How little of life we do know
How short are our days!
Yet each day we can do something else
than we did the day before.
There is always this hopeful gift.
 
How many stories have been lost?
how many reasons have been forgotten?
How much choice did we have?
How many times have we repeated darkness?
 
Even my own words are as filth
before the truth of what I do not know.
 
Show me the art that was deemed sin
Show me the poems destroyed by fear
Bring me the ideas that are hidden
let me hear what some man ruled as evil
Share the desire you are ashamed of
Let me see the real you.
 
I want to read the burned Books.
How many truths have we lost?
Who took this from you?
 
Open our eyes beyond man’s traditions!
 
There is nothing to fear
but the abandonment of our limitation.
 
May love be our Law.
 
Ryan o0o