The Temptress
Eventually you’ll meet a woman
With your open arms
Who’ll threaten
To consume you in
Her apathetic charms.
Go Beyond It
Don’t accept her offer
Or her gift
of guilt
Lest you wilt
Like a flower
in her power
That is Not how Life is built.
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This is a somewhat old journal entry. I have transcribed it from my journal with the intent of elucidating a frequently overlooked fact. If it appears vague, I beseech that the reader venture into it, if only to skim the surface. If all goes well, it shall plant a seed that will sprout within one's mind and fruits of wisdom that will be ripe to pick when the season has changed.
"Careful, almost fearful attention to detail is very important. It is what sets the man apart from the ape and the gentleman apart from the man.
The line-break of a poem is as noble as the zigzag in the original Stone that was found by a caveman on the day that anthropologists call the birth of the Human Human. To be able to set aside all 'practical' concerns and to become preoccupied with what sets one leaf apart from another is the mark of a man in touch with the Anima.
To condemn this as nonsense is the mark of a brutish man who is out of touch. Such a man needs to condemn attention to detail as 'unimportant' or 'crazy', seeking solace in some future goal rather than the glory of the Present. He will always second-guess himself until he is comfortable in her snare again. He will rationalise that it is only human to be so depressed. His own negative Anima will haunt him, and by Reason he will suppress the symptoms, yet likewise it is his patriarchal attitude that forbids the Constructive Anima, the inner Goddess in whose presence..."
dm.A.A.
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