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Long before Horus' exposure on its trunk
and the nailing of Jesus upon its grain,
rings have been added within the Tree
while people proclaim to hold the key
of salvation, a continually borrowed mythology
swallowed; a powerful sleeping pill

pulling the masses into slumber,
away from the obvious truth
that such supposed salvation 
is a ticket far too easy to obtain,
a discriminatory damnation of souls
so blindingly righteous,
even the most vengeful, maniacal deity
would draw the line there.

So many people hand-out the easy tickets,
cut and light the tree --
a hypodermic injection of selfish memories
mixed into mortar for temples designated as sacred,
but the elements are desecrated by swirling sewers,
by shears amputating roots from the sky.

Too many people preach, judicate, proclamate,
hold signs pointing towards a cheap, polystyrene heaven,
while only a few walk the narrow path,
live the sacrifice because it feels right.

Again and again, 
the ticket isn't so easy,
we must put aside our slumber-crutches,
stop watching the few carry the rest
upon their backs until bones creak and groan
from the weight of people waiting for salvation
to be handed to them.

27 years, a branch in the road, 46664 etched into its bark.
The forked doors opened,
a living, breathing gospel
brought down fences,
and even then the wood was made into crutches
for people to say, 
"M will fix it, M will do this, M will do that,
M will save us, just wait and see."
But M is finally free, yes, he is free!
Free, but not lost to us,
always surviving as spirit-seeds.

We must no longer lean upon crutches,
instead purge the pill from our blood
and awaken into gardeners who water the seeds
within the soil of our souls,
before the vision withers completely,

and we remain only as husks
waiting to be hydrated by watering cans
held in hands too weak to lift the weight....

held in our own hands all along, 
held in our hands all along.

*Inspired by Madiba Mandela

December 7th/8th, 2013


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

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  1. Date: 8/19/2014 12:58:00 PM
    Kinda hits me the same way Dr. Richard Moss and Terance McKenna do. And that is the Highest of Compliments if you could see my book shelves you'd know!

  1. Date: 8/19/2014 12:56:00 PM
    ''hypodermic injection of selfish memories mixed into mortar for temples designated as sacred,''--brother Chris, I had to read this 3 times, and it STILL hasn't all sunk in, I need 2 more reads to this dynamic write! Soaking it all up! DAMN! This is why you are my fave on here! HOTT 7 plus rate!

    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner
    Date: 8/20/2014 5:39:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Brother, maybe you are too kind? Either way, the encouragement feels good, so tanka very much. Terence McKenna, eh? McKenna rocks -- he is one of the Mushroom Kings.
  1. Date: 6/3/2014 5:47:00 PM
    You are a poet that will be remembered long after you have left this earthly plain. A poet who has something worth saying. . Left me covered in goosebumps. AWESOME!!!! Lainie

  1. Date: 2/20/2014 6:50:00 AM
    o0o! reads deep. M. M M. love it. Skat

  1. Date: 1/8/2014 4:23:00 PM
    Rereading this poem..Mandela touched me in so many ways..during his life...So its my pleasure to reread this till you post something new. Sometimes We dnt appreciate friends as much as We should.I realized how fond I was of your poetry and of your kindness towards me were banned.I just want to tell you I'm honoured and glad to.have read your poems for the past five years I d been here.and happy I can still visit such posts.: ).

  1. Date: 1/6/2014 3:22:00 PM
    An excellent tribute to an amazing man.. Happy New Year Christ"!

  1. Date: 12/28/2013 1:32:00 PM
    A very powerful piece worthy of contemplation. Sadly within religion there is the desire to work our way to Heaven rather than excepting Gods gift of Salvation. Once recieved it creates the desire within to express our appreciation to God through our actions. After all faith without works is dead. It is only by holding God's hand that we are capable of walking the narrow path.

  1. Date: 12/19/2013 3:33:00 PM
    " Wood into crutches" ....Simply freaking awesome. I'll definitely invest a fair amount of time into reading you. :)

  1. Date: 12/12/2013 12:18:00 AM
    I am still too moved to leave inane words on this poem of yours. You know how I feel already.

  1. Date: 12/10/2013 2:41:00 AM
    Chris, this is very moving and so so true. It's one thing to "talk" it is a totally other thing to be willing to go to prison for what you believe in, and possibly to even die. A wonderful man he was.......very deserving of your tribute. This is an exceptional poem. Thanks for sharing.

  1. Date: 12/10/2013 12:13:00 AM
    Stopping by to greet old friends. Hello Chris! How's everything been? Appreciate your work here, you were always so brilliant.. huggs , gautami

  1. Date: 12/8/2013 4:25:00 PM
    Very beautiful poem, Chris. You know, my favorite line is "while only a few walk the narrow path, live the sacrifice because it feels right." There is a line in the movie, Bruce Almighty, where Morgan Freeman who plays God, says" that's where mankind has always gone wrong, they keep looking up, instead of within." Easily the best line I've ever heard on TV. When i think of all Mandela has done I can only imagine he is in the midst of celebration right now. Very nice poem. love and hugs Catie :)

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux
    Date: 12/28/2013 1:27:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Amen to this comment, much wisdom is enclosed within your words.
    rogers Avatar james rogers
    Date: 12/9/2013 10:14:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Catie this comment is so perfect I hesitate to add to it so I won't except to post above.