Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or revisionary, but because I never say ‘I am I’ and you never echo you are you. Did we just talk to women smiling over a pantless Michelangelo? Did we just finger-smell a young lady’s perfumed upper lip? Did we just eye-lick her dawn-colored, spring-wreathed eye-brow? But she’s the epitome of life, warped by Ancient’s misfortune or Craggy Terrestrial Risks blood-planted by God against His will, blood-planted by consummation-seeking Self-Esteem to become a flames-forged God.
Please don’t rationalize your lust. Please don’t theologize your surfacing-and-submerging death-wish. Please don’t mis-sophisticate, mis-label your sophistry as wisdom. Just stare at your hypocrisy, greed, dark sexual loves, inner fights. Better to be a self-critical Socrates than a self-deceiving Reverend? No mortal can outgrow those last shadows. But you keep protesting: your hundreds of hours of meditation have murdered them, buried them under eternal scriptures and poetry. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, or after satisfactory sex near dawn, when we ghost-floated back into half-consciousness, their greenish, leery, smirking eyes lurch out to embrace us, kissing us all over again… with the stubbornness of our beloved domesticated poodle, despite yesterday’s vow to slough off, at least, the darker horns of the conditioned mind. Perhaps this is what makes Eliot’s undying. At least his Prufrock’s lamentation. The undying strangeness of life looking more honestly at itself via transparent, conscientious mirrors …
Merton Lee is the author of best-selling ebooks (a) One Thousand Gifts (Where Is God When It Hurts?) published free on Smashwords website, and (b) When Bad Things Happen to Good People (God is biting the bullet theodicy) . He is the well-known author of the Christian articles 'Footprints in the sand (New version year 2013) ' and 'Let's do something beautiful for God'. His poem 'The Road Not Taken' is read by thousands of readers.Born in Singapore in 1969, he is a Christian essayist for the past 10 years. He has studied, reflected on and practised the key insights of the perennial wisdom of Christianity and the major religions for 30 years. He works as a senior Accountant and Finance Manager for more than 20 years in the public sector, contributing his best years to public service.He graduated from the National University of Singapore in 1993 with a Bachelor's degree, studying Philosophy, English Literature and Economics. He also obtained Masters degree in Business Administration majoring in Finance from UK (University of Leicester) and another Masters degree in Accountancy from an Australian University with distinguished results, qualifying as an Accountant. He is married for more than 20 years with two children. They live and work in Singapore.
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
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Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
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