Channeling William Blake Poem by Tony Kavuoti

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Always pleasing, trying to please but always please in the wrong people, more and more distancing myself from myself.

Rebelling, becoming what I thought I wanted to be but once again becoming what I am not.

Be still, still as death, hope no more, please no more, rebel no more, strive to become no more, strive not to be no more, just let the darkness come to you and consume you, not knowing, not hoping, not dreading, not fearing, not longing, not directing, not thinking, not resisting. It's all futility.

Always hoping for the wrong things, striving for the wrong things.

New evaluation always undermining what I have achieved.

Now don't try to achieve

Don't try to fit in or figure out.

Don't try to become or not become.

Just surrendered to the darkness,

Let what will envelop me, envelop me, it's not that I don't care no more what the world or anyone thinks of me I just surrender to the darkness, and just like I can't predict my dreams, I can't predict my next incarnation, I can't predict what I will be, who I will see, what I will want, what I will desire, what do I know if my next life, what do I really know if this life. If I could permanently disappear I would but once again that's hopeful thinking.

I was born through darkness and I will enter the darkness.

Only in the darkness, the space in between the stars, the space in between incarnation are we truly alive, are we truly what we are. I do not hope to find salvation in this imitation, or any true authenticity masking as another receipt for deception. I will not trade one tyranny for another but will become my own tyranny unique to myself. I do not look forward to the next star I may or may not be born through, but I will cherish the darkness in between, that is my true home.