Striving to be known -
Post, click, like, see, admire, envy.
The ringing in my ears - it never stops - it speaks vanity.
It speaks pride, it speaks ambition.
It compels me forward into obsession.
Obsession to be seen.
Obsession to be heard.
Obsession to be known.
Obsession to be loved.
Love me, love me, love me.
Insanity!
Her voice shrill; it rings in my ears, like the clashing of cymbals"
"Like me, love me - tell me I'm worthy - tell me I'm enough - tell me I'm loved."
Another voice breaks through - almost unheard. It's a whisper, or a timid song? Timid, but there.
Avoid it, don't hear it, don't want it. Stay away!
It bursts through - relentless; she doesn't back down.
"You are seen - you are known - you are loved.
A thousand stages, a thousand people
a thousand spotlights will never be enough -
for I am enough. You are enough.
You are seen - now go, into the unknown. Become un-known. It is there you will find your SELF.
The accolades - the glory - the importance - the praise - the prominence - the ambition?
All to be known, to be revered, to be worshipped. What will happen?
Who will I become? Will I be forgotten? Will I fall into an abyss of endless emptiness? Who will I be if I'm not seen? If I am not filled with the glory that I seek?
A thousand reasons to stay, but to the unknown, the dark, unknown...?
foreign. frightening. devoid of signposts.
She declares, "I am the signpost - I know the way - trust my power,"
"let go."
To be seen - you must go into the un-known.
It is her, SHE calls. SHE knows the road, she promises the magic. She knows the happiness, she knows the joy, she knows the freedom. She arranges it for me.
She sees me, she knows me: my wildest thought, my fiercest joy, my deepest fear - my serenity. Serenity will fill the void.
But it's out there - in the unknown...
In her, I find myself. Her voice is my SELF. I am connected to her, engrained in her, grounded in her.
Etched in her palm - for SHE is God.
SHE is in whom I have my being.
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