Originally posted on hocuspocus13:
I walk through the mist
Feeling gently I push lightly
Radiant sunbeams angle through the dust
Bringing me into the light
Without going beyond what lies beneath
Suddenly I was touched
All the barriers gone
I could feel a lighthearted tease
Arousing strong feelings
My fingers leave an impression
Revealing ourselves the connection becomes complete
Again we have lost another artist to a drug overdose. What is it in these peoples lives that leads them and other un-celebrated people, to use drugs for fun, excitement or escape?
After the long road to success they find out that $$$ and fame are not the answers to the holes in their hearts and lives. Our society, based on youth and wealth, offers few guides to the well-lived and deeply experienced human life.
The models of growth, transition, development, and ultimately transformation of personality, and psyche are few and far between. Instead of embracing the changes that come with the continuity of life, the inner natural changes of focus and meaning, we strive to remain adolescent in look, attitude and behavior.
The rapture, experience and understanding of the neuminal evade us as we race culturally for the next new gadget, car, or thing- the answers are not in things, or found in others who you hope to heal your wounds and make you whole.
The answers are as old as human history, they are available through the great mythologies and their traditions that provide a guide book to the human condition. The metaphors are all around us. Go find one.
Rest in Peace.