Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2015

Heart of the Crucible

Heart of the Crucible



cru·ci·ble

ˈkro͞osəb(ə)l/

noun

noun: crucible; plural noun: crucibles

  1. a ceramic or metal container in which metals or other substances may be melted or subjected to very high temperatures.
    • a place or occasion of severe test or trial.

"the crucible of combat"

    • a place or situation in which different elements interact to produce something new.

"the crucible of the new Romantic movement"


Major paradigm shifts born of desperation can feel like your very being is splintering apart. In a sense, that can be true. When concepts thought to be absolute truth are shattered, it can seem like a domino effect of doubt, fear, and confusion. Doubts of who you are, what you believe, what ethics and morals you hold for yourself-regardless of social expectations.  The process of the shift; those doubts, fears, and questions, can be a crucible in which changes that propel us forward are forged.  


There is a moment in the heart of the process when you are face to face with yourself. That is the moment that you have the chance to decide who you want to be when you emerge from this experience. You can look closely at the person you see there, or you can run away pretending it was a bad dream – but you will always remember who you saw there, be it with reverence or revulsion.


When was the last time you questioned what you hold as sacred truths? How do you see reality? Is it a hard truth, or a perspective concept that is in continuous flux? What is a view or belief that you once held, but hold no longer and why did it change?

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Prophecies Fulfilled



Light seeps through the cracks of our existence
Faint promises of a brighter tomorrow.
Vultures circle above, announcing another imminent death
The stench of carrion so thick that you can taste it.
Down the street a woman sobs, a rotting carcass cradled in her arms
So this is the end.
The door closing upon the humanity of the Earth.
And those that are elsewhere,
How do they fare, I wonder?
Are they lost in despair? Crying in fear? Or do they know?
And if so, do they care?
Another tower crumbles down
As another city burns to the ground.
The skies fill with ash,
Which was once perhaps flesh?
Through the haze there is a shadow
Of the one who is not there. 
A joyful laugh, mirthful delight as he revels in our despair.
To the end of time we followed, to the end of a time we caused.
This was the prophecy, we remembered with a pause.
The wheels have set in motion, the end of time draws near,
Basking in the blood bath we surrender all we’ve feared.
10/24/2012