My Only Prayer

Oumikami, who is the Sun, once said
In a language obscure unless you're dead
Or dying each day (as so you should)
That metal, fire, water, wind and wood
And all concerns of a reptile's brain
Are arrested, turned, and ingested through pain.
Pain alone bears the wounded torch,
Along pathways where (crosswise) soft sunflowers
Scorch our flowering-hours. Never cease to bear
Our quiet march, through sanity spare

Abrade us into another age
Sandblast our insides until
We’re washed of indignant fear and rage
And with forgiveness fill

Amaterasu
I pray you my Sun
My flaring and only
Omnipotent one

Abrade us of anger
Abrade us of pride
Abrade us of fear
Abrade us of self

Why the hell
Is everyone familiar?
It’s as if I’ve been you before
In countless lives
Forging timeless rivers
In (all) your eyes
I see fractal mirrors

We’re on the horizon
A coming of age
We stand in defiance
Of entropies rage

Abrade us of anger
Abrade us of pride
Abrade us of fear
Abrade us of self

Why the hell
Is everyone familiar?
It’s as if I’ve been you before
In countless lives
Forging timeless rivers
In (all) your eyes
I see fractal mirrors

Written from a poem by my dear friend and wordsmith-extraordinaire, Etienne Fourie, My Only Prayer, captures a grand view of humanities purpose. Evolution is a painful process, riddled with suffering, death and extinction, but it is through the abrasion of our baser instincts that humanity edges forward. A web of consciousness that transcends any one of us - In all your eyes I see fractal mirrors.