Spurn the Pain
It is fatal to be a man or a woman- pure and simple. One most be a womanly man or a manly woman. Be honest! Can’t lead the soul, one must follow its journey. Allow it to be unhinged, squeaky like a barn door after usage and abuse. The soul, unhinge it from the demands of the flesh vessels. Leave the material world don’t be materialistic but celestial, moon-like One face, same face varied in luminance and darkness as celestial beings coincide. Labyrinth, twist and turn from the static macho and powder puff cardboard molds. Fear spreads like ivy in your chest attempting to smother growth. And if on the eve of the journey fate wills that you should run an iron nail into your foot Spurn the PAIN! Limp along, don’t crawl away, seek out nurturance from others; fire eaters, fire walkers, the knife swallowers who have crossed the same terrain.