Mist

Groping in the mist, my mind is clouded, wisdom
I cannot see you

Silent Sophia
Invisible and blind, cacophony rising

Fortuna and Justice, sisters to the Fates, drowned in
Fountains of ego

Lost in a haze, tired
Swimming against the tide, searching for refuge, rest

Crashing on sharp stones, hot rocks, baked beneath the sun
Apollo takes me

God of prophecy
God of music and the lyre, God of poetry

Tell me your secrets, burn me with knowledge, branded
Send me to the void

Tell me everything
I need to know, the eternal peace I pray for

Why look for the truth in the world, tossed by wind and wave
The heartless powers

Neither rejoicing
Nor mourning for the things they touch, lift or destroy

Impersonal force
Harsh powers robs me of any sense of meaning

Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Nine, The People; Chapter Five, Growth

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Tuesday, April 2nd, 2019

Chapter Five: Growth

A revolution is both a turning of the wheel and an expansion of the circle.

A rebellion moves outward from its center in waves, moving in concentric rings that grow larger and more powerful until they crash against the bullwark of power, eroding it, like water swallowing the shore.

The spirit of the rebellion is like the wind ru’ha, it is the energy that propels the movement, just as the wind fills the sail, pushing the people to find resolution in justice and satisfaction in its administration.

Energy must pour into the center with constant-steady pressure in order to ensure the power of the revolution continues unabated. Each wave pushing the preceding wave in a relentless exercise of strength.

Without that spirit, the rebellion will die; it is fueled by sacrifice, by witness and by narrative. The rebellion requires its story to be told, to be set to music and played on drums.

A rebellion requires constant renewal. There can be no end to it. A rebellion has an objective that is constantly moving. Each generation must hunger for and experience justice in their own time.

The good rebel is empowered by loss and by tragedy, they feed on it.

There are no set-backs, only changes in direction.

There is no victory only progress.

There are no problems, only challenges.

There is no peace in the heart of the rebel.

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