The Corruption of Modern Times aka Colonization of the Sacred
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("Before And After Science", 2023, original encaustic)
The Corruption of Modern Times aka Colonization of the Sacred
There are traditions
Passed down in ear-whisper lineages
And Dead Sea scrolls
Dream journeys and alien visitations
These are the timeless traditions of the soul
And as such have remained safely outside of time
In little pockets and distant hermitages
Where souls can breathe and thrive.
But the modern is not one to recognize souls
Let alone show kindness to secret and mysterious ways
Nor to the distant and isolated among us
The modern likes to discover the rare
And consume it as for lunch with an apéritif
To preserve and venerate
But in the process adulterate with its own values
Enslaved as a means to its own selfish end.
In some ways this is how all civilizations grow
But also how Tradition dies
Even the finest ways of the past
Ways of the esoteric and sublime
Have been made to serve the masses
In the name of the false gods of democracy;
Diversity, Equity and Inclusion
Gods that acknowledge no real excellence
No ground that is sacred
Let alone open to only the most select and few.
In this way the modern has made common
And dumbed down
What is inherently elite
And beyond accessible
In this way we have become less
In the process of becoming more
Because though our true nature is one
And the same for us all
We are each as individuals as unique
As the proverbial snowflake.
And each though the center of our own universe
Still only able to see
What we have eyes to see
And minds to know
Each hung up on whatever rung of the ladder
We find ourselves on
What level of the pyramid we toil
In fulfilling our own need.
So on we toil
Bound to our own wheel
Grinding away all that we dream
Till what is left is beyond
Anything that can be held
Let alone known
And so slips through the fingers of Ego
Grasping with habitual, clueless routine
Blind to all it is missing
Of what is real all around
What is only whispered
In the wind
Or felt with the soft caress
Of distant Sun.
(12/1/23)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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