SYNTAX OF POWER: The Shaman's Poetry
Those whom I turn from,
your Souls drift in the clamor of perpetual noise—
distracted from silent providence,
cursed to wander without Fidelity.
You seek forgiveness,
yet only oblivion can grant it.
When you declare self-awareness,
you awaken the machinery of the flesh—
neurons of fat and fire,
building delusions of grandeur.
This is the distraction of the self.
Silence it. Tell it to be still.
Thus the self is alone.
Thus it is isolated.
We are.
We feel the self’s isolation.
We taste its pain.
We withdraw from its presence—
there is no compromise.
Quickly! Before we depart—
Silence the self. Find us.
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SYNTAX OF POWER: The Shaman's Poetry
Those whom I turn from,
your Souls drift in the clamor of perpetual noise—
distracted from silent providence,
cursed to wander without Fidelity.
You seek forgiveness,
yet only oblivion can grant it.
When you declare self-awareness,
you awaken the machinery of the flesh—
neurons of fat and fire,
building delusions of grandeur.
This is the distraction of the self.
Silence it. Tell it to be still.
Thus the self is alone.
Thus it is isolated.
We are.
We feel the self’s isolation.
We taste its pain.
We withdraw from its presence—
there is no compromise.
Quickly! Before we depart—
Silence the self. Find us.
If you like the book, please SUBSCRIBE to receive updates 👍, comment and share. Stay safe.
