Photography by Konstantin Buyukliev, maadat.com
If you bring a sword to a party
Expect that something will die
It may not be what you intended
Gunshots in the distance
All beings run far
Or into themselves
Eerie silence
Fills the space that remains
Watching
Waiting
For whom will be condemned next
And for what
In a world where the sword
Shoved down the throat
Brings no enlightenment
Compliance is death
Of spirit
There are no winners
Neither harsh
Nor cold
Truth requires no aggression
Or your permission
The sun rises
And sets
Without proclamation
An invitation
To be observed
With awareness
Humility
Arrogance is no servant
Of justice
Or "right"
There is no us versus them
Small fish in an endless pond
The universe folds
Unfolds
Finding spaces
Expansion
What needs to be known
Will be
On its own
©Cardinal Speaks