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Primitive

In the heart of the wild
Naked senses plea to be released
Primordial ripples urge to be set free
For the bound spirit of man cannot be fully tamed
Only trained and dimmed in flame to feed dark needs of greed
Lust
Our true natures rust & morph to dust
Fed by a ravenous hunger for the unobtainable
Insatiable
Bottomless pit tyrannical for our cranial
False thoughts and ideas crusade upon the enslaved
Deceived to believe what’s in place is normal
Slaves with no blame
For we only know what we’ve been taught
False knowledge known as true fact
But how can any claim to begin to understand something so beautifully abstract
Abstract, yet simple
Rather than learn from the resident, we must learn from the host
Because we think all the time, we fail to observe
The wind
The waves
The sky
The magical lights in the night
The critters
The beasts
The gracious souls in the sea
All those majestic, harmonious beings
Do they think?
Or do they simply just be?
They dont think
They instinct
But what does that truly mean?
It means that the true nature of every living being in this world,
including our world itself,
Is to nurture
To harmonize
To balance
So why is there so much chaos?
Because as incredibly magnificent intelligent beings
Rather than use our intelligence to be wonderful nurturers, harmonizers, & balancers,
We’ve simply strayed from our true purpose
And we’re too programmed, although the truth is always attempting to claw its way out from deep within, to realize our true nature is attempting to remind us all the time:
There is what is true and has always been,
and there is what is new,
Will you let it win?

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