Autor: j z | Publicado: 2017-03-30T02:29:00-07:00

So many lives already lived
so many experiences had
whats the point?
they've&nbsp;all been through it all
both sides of the game constantly being played
cat, mouse
cops and robbers
Indians, cowboys

The transition is constant,
so is the war
each generation being erased
forgotten
wiped clean in face of the next

leaving behind all kinds of lives
suitable to, and reactive of
contemporaneity

to each his own reaction
to each his own choices
to each his own experience.

a few generations ago,
one that made quite an impression
and left a legacy in this modern world -
the last of the people that lived their youth
free of the world wide web,
and free of so much more alongside with it -

where the art of photography
and film was being intensely developed,

a dawn,
a golden age of sunshine&nbsp;makers
and flower children,
caught a glimpse of a united community
a brotherhood among mankind

if truly unprecedented, nobody will ever know

if there ever was a tribe before
that had truly lived in peace
in harmony
in unison ...
now they are but mythical.

we can believe they have been so,
or even that they still might be...

but how could such a lifestyle take place in this
modern
corporate
digital
mass
industrialized
globalized globe?

for some reason
half a century ago
late 60s, early 70s
in basements, on beaches
in houses, in parks,
there was a generation that was on a verge

the right place, the right time,

and impacted much of what was to come

they chose music
they chose dance
they chose colors
they chose kindness

they chose to challenge the powers that be
they chose to defy and escape the status quo

the dawn of the modern era
(though what is modern now will become obsolete, ever so soon)
where technology was on a slow and steady rise
millions of kids got together
and were able to see
the errors in how the big games were being played,

how the big wars were truly being fought,
and why...

how little sense it all made!!
"this cannot summarize existence", they thought
"we are all one", they realized
we are not here to kill,
judge,
dictate,
compare
or hurt one another.

we should&nbsp;all let one another be free of each other.

how long had all of this been going on?!

well,
all stories we know,&nbsp;and have always known,
have had rulers
and&nbsp;ruled,
kings
and peasants,
pharaohs
and slaves

why do we always chose to rival?
divide?
suffer weakness,
or conquer strength?

the counterculture had its high
and eventually its low
they had to stop seeking enlightenment outside them
and eventually their insides caught up with them;
and much work still needed to be done

you don't turn on once
and stay lit forever more,
you must tend to the fire
or it will
dim, dim, dim
and die

hard work ahead

is there such a thing as humans in union?
or is peace only briefly obtained by being alone?
is&nbsp;laughter,
the human touch and warmth,
the soft embraces,
the music made,
the words spoken, heard
written and read,
worth all the struggle?

is there meaning and purpose in being a human being?

are we here to destroy,
or to create?

by observing history
(or at least the pieces of it which we have access to),
war is a constant theme

and ahá!
if not a physical war,
a war of the mind - the psyche
spirit and matter

duality.

living humans, if unconcerned with their state of survival,
after all basic need are fulfilled, granted and satisfied;
if man has access to - and the foreknowledge of future access to -
water, food, shelter, and the basics of life, sustained -
then man will wage a war of the mind

if an animal has such conditions,
it must simply learn to be
to exist
to endure.
they are desireless,
their search is over,
they are already a part of the spectacular art of Creation

and seek to be nothing more.

man must contribute
man must continue the artistry

how?
such a grand question

the truth is
each person
already does...
is already doing
or has already done.

each, such a small piece in such a grand scheme
with such tragically, beautiful,
painfully, comical
infinite types of lives

some are cops
some are counterculture
most believe they are doing the right thing,
and,&nbsp;at the same time, believe they have no idea what they are doing.

the wars are different
unique
but ongoing
continuous
connected

the smallest flower
caught on camera
can touch the life of a human, born decades after it perishes

we choose our wars
and we chose what influences and touches us
we chose what we perpetuate,
we chose what we contribute&nbsp;to,
what we say, and what we do.

yes there are always sides,
not&nbsp;two,&nbsp;but&nbsp;three;
yours,
theirs,
and the truth.

the truth is just one&nbsp;simple path,
ever revealing and unraveling,
it just flows, like the ongoing rivers of History

we forget
we live again

why go through all the pain
the highs, the lows
the heartbreak?

why do we keep signing up for this?

when we hurt,
we claim we did not choose to live -
but when we rejoice the decision of passing life on,
it suddenly turns into a gift -
the gift of life?

what are we but the decisions of those who came before us?
how strongly are we defined by what is completely out of our reach?

wherein lies the possibility of being one with the mastermind, the Creator
the one conscious consciousness, the Supreme Intelligence, and the lifeforce?
is God here, far, anywhere&nbsp;or everywhere; and does it have a plan?

i chose not to give up being the owner of my own fate

i own nothing at all, but my own fate

i know I chose to be here
i know I chose to continue the majestic&nbsp;work of nature's art

even through the pain,
even if at times,&nbsp;I regret my choice
and deeply wish to shed this human skin;
even if it hurts to breathe,
knowing&nbsp;Spirit is nothing&nbsp;more&nbsp;than&nbsp;breath at ease;
I still believe in the purpose of the human,
of each human
and of mankind

just as the bee has purpose
as does the rabbit
the owl
the cat
the dog
the firefly

their bodies are the purest art...

as humans
we have more choices,
which also means more war

we choose what next,
what side to be on.

if we chose not to be the destructors
if we chose not death, but life
we can, at the very least, set the tone of our present existence
and at large, we can steer its entire direction

we can choose not to engage in certain unnecessary wars
while others we simply must -
we must battle lust
greed
envy
comparison

doubts
fear...
Ego

fights aren't about violence and blood
they are about strength
and endurance;
faith,
hope,
and belief.

we have many tries
we all try to perfect the art of living,
the best we possibly can
we try hard to make it
comfortable, happy, fun
pleasurable, enjoyable, good

we may not act like it all the time,
and actually not even know it,
or what to do, to get it right

but within our&nbsp;hearts and souls,
we all seek peace.

there will be&nbsp;times
where we are all&nbsp;to choose and&nbsp;accept&nbsp;death

if we don't
we will keep living the duality chaos,
where life and death are intertwined...
day and night get confused
good and evil become relative,
never asleep, and never awake.

each generation thinks it's more important,
but change is also a constant theme;
we are here, in the middle of it all,
only to continue what Life has already started
long, long ago

but we must keep in mind:
we are each a source, a creator, a shaper
a multiplier and an intensifier
of this energy of Life.

if you believe it.

that being said,
doesn't it make sense that if we must leave
smack dab in the middle of a ride,
of an art project,
of a mission,

that we have the choice to try again?