Destruction is not mine

The black abyss I feared entering my whole life was not the pits of my soul, the desolation of not being good enough, fear of rejection of all that is my nature but the realization of my own loneliness, the reality of us all. We are profoundly alone no matter what and who we surround ourselves...there is no escape from this reality. It is in deeper connection with others that we can at least share in the bleakness of this existence without escape to satisfy another's as much our own keeping away disturbing discomfort and thus we find relaxed connection to lift us from forsakenness.

This is the only isolation...self imposed, a necessary coping mechanism for attachment, the norm of societal imposition of avoidance creating depressing isolation we perpetually deepen with purchased promises of alleviation, elevation to higher planes with anything but the resolution we truly require. This Western society we have created is moving further and further away from reality and closer to the sickness that permeates all in its wake. Disconnection...destruction, yet I have been deemed the bringer of gloom for exposing the sad reality we would all, if honest, understand as our very own. It is in our connection with our own innate being, the natural in the world we seek from potted plants on windowsills, sunsets and rises to the great expanse of the wilderness we find solace. Human nature is not clothed and wrapped up in material possession but crying out to be released, set free in beautiful nakedness, dancing without care of being watched, judged, shoved back into the boxes that never fit.