This day has traded meek
For a fierce unflinching me
Like stalking little lambs for meat
I am sinking tearing teeth
Into every hapless soul I see
My own has tasted the most sweet
-a.r.
Painting: Una and the Lion By Briton Rivière
~ by April on April 14, 2015.
Posted in Death, Family, Humanity, Marriage, Meditation, Motherhood, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Anatman, Animal, Carnivore, Drive, Fierce, lacan, Lion, meditation, Meek, Mood, No-self, poetry, Predator, Prey, Righteous, Self, Self assessment, Self righteous, soul, Split subject, The Big Other, The other
Try mine
And lose yours
Smiles
Ha, I am afraid our souls together just might create a rip in the fabric of space and time. We are too similar in our need for control, although I am quite working on letting that need go…it is difficult and wrenching work.(Sorry it took so long to respond…family emergency has ensued.)
I am sorry to hear that.
Thank you. A death in the family, and I am more sad than I expected.
A hug.
I tried to like a post of yours that you put up while I was away, A Time of Change. It seems to have been taken down, anyway…I liked it. I like when you explore vulnerability and uncertainty in your writing. Just wanted to say that. Or maybe also because I was in that state these past few days. Thanks for the virtual hug.
Yes. It felt too personal and was misunderstood.
The hug was a pleasure