Darklight

A question of inverse hope. Feelings almost like seeking to fall, false hopes calling golden to shards of crisis. Seeking what I believe I should think I want in denial of what I seek. Galling my own thirsts for the sake of ‘acceptable’ or ‘attainable’. Once again the Phoenix embraces the ashes with longing for the coming fire. Again I am reborn in the realization that there’s nothing to lose by risking for to live without the risk of exultation is to live with less than nothing and even oblivion calls sweet clamoring when this becomes our case. To be hones in the face of desire and unflinching is a rare quality. I claim more of it and yet can choke on apprehension falling short of honest clarity. Compromise is not a grail but a degradement. Who so ever loves us will wish us well and our hungers come to be, and who so ever does not is unworthy of regard. Enlightened Self-interest; described by my hands as the search for those who shall accomplish my goals through finding their own soft and savage joys.
Seduction is after all the art of allowing someone to see how accomplishing your goals accomplishes their own, and you can be seductive about so much more than sex or romance.
Though there is something sensual in the practice of the art of seduction, the intimacy implicit in sharing personal exultation with another. Unfolding like the shadows of flame saturating the night, freedom is the only choice for it seeds all others and the choice to be less than, or un-free is a null of the choice it’s self and so choice is used to block choice and thus comes to naught. Like seeds planted and caused to rot the actions take place with the shadow consciousness draped over them like a rotting fog.
The whispered grace of night used to stifle, the glittering clarity of day used to blind.
When we feel something, when we know a truth or experience a catalytic questioning why is natural and good but should not be a hold on our choices to act. For even if we are rash in such actions they will show us now to be less so in future. Where if we chouse to avoid them all together we are burdened by their unaddressed presence from that point onward, like leaving an unwelcome guest waiting in another room of our house, we may not see or hear them but we still know they’re there and that presence changes things until we change (rather than merely ignore or avoid) that presence.
There is no price to pay too high for freedom, for what we pay if we surrender it is the virtue and eventually substance of every other thing we touch.

A statement I’m sure I will revisit many times.
Sol