Freedom, Control, Deconstruction, Personal Liberation

Alive: our first breathe, fear strikes the mind's eye,

Subtle meaning extrapolated from surrounding patterns of chaos,

(Breathe, stay still, calm, centered,)

amid the first thoughts of continuity of memory and confusion:

Existence, its meaning, born from collective trauma

out of the depths of hidden liminal space,

Perhaps deliberately forgotten,

Out of fear whose provenance lies in forgotten terror:

As Light is borne from depths of darkness,

Life that is truly lived, made alive, at once,

Personal Freedom from overwhelming existential force,

is made apparent by choosing death

in every action without fear: no reasoning,

no wherefore, no why, no how, no question.

To ask, to sometimes forget, and to sometimes remember,

With the clarity of perception: Am I already dead amidst a world of impersonal objects,

Maybe at times guided by nemesis, in what otherwise follows the scripts of fate already written?

A personal author of life, or an apparitional appearance, visage, projected shadow of itself,

unbeknownst to its non-existence

despite seeming vivacity of outward animate existence.

Forgotten to itself, lost in sequences of time,

confronted by a series of choices lived once,

again, our last breathe, forgotten dejavu sometimes remembered.

An admonition, at once, knows: To die, death, before you die.

No right action. no wrong action. No good. No evil.

No victim, no assailant.

No life. No death. No punishment. No reward.

No pain. No pleasure. No I. No negation thereof.

No before. No after. No becoming. No passing.

NO fear, no end of fear.

A moment's deconstruction of all conflicting apparently opposing

categories; convergence of opposites into

beingness of nothingness as all, one,

and none,