Forget the tradition

The Hierophant I

The fear of questioning who I am resists within me.

An eternal daydream emerges, living what is not life; I want life; I want life!

I want to love without being wounded.

Cut them, cut the false heads led by rulers, free their dogmas, and cut those who commanded the cuts.

Free yourselves.

This is a letter of emancipation to the ID: Be what you are, eat the host because you are truly hungry, drink the wine because you wish to get drunk, but do not wash your head just for a formal meeting.

Do not let your bond with the spirit be hypocritical, false, or superficial.

Set fire to the cassock, throw away the rings, be all that is esteemed, and no longer discouraged to be what you are.

Tear the white dress of illusionary purity; tear your veil. Money will not buy years of happiness; none of that guarantees loyalty.

End what you have learned and relearn to be what you are.

Live what you are, not what they taught you to be.

I’m tired of hypocrisy and melancholy.

I’m tired of the poetry of extreme solitude that isn’t mine.

I can’t bear hearing about a river running out while nothing is done for it.

I can’t stand hearing poems about flowers that only know their names and have never even smelled them. I’m tired of feeling what others don’t feel, and I’m tired of knowing they lie.

Stop dying for the dead, stop mourning the life that is already death, the soul that is now only body, stop throwing flowers that will wither as quickly as the decaying flesh of the body, preserve the tree that is alive, in the face of the death of the dead.

Forget tradition, give life its right reason, and live while life still exists.

Reset your belief system and build your own.

Revolution in your mind!

Revolution!

Rebellion will save you.