| The peacemaker is first the pacifist who realizes not what true peace really is. She bends to everyone else’s whims for surely her own are not as worthy of that; Simply because she is not as yet her own but only fragments of all that is... With boundaries that blend and fuse and meld, dissolving in their flowing and nebulous confusion any hint of a cohesive sense of self. Casting first by mandate of involutionary course through seas of illusion, and many unexpressive shades of gray that slowly separate Truth from not truth, Self from not-self, Individualization from compliance and stifling structure for the sake of not making waves. Process pinned, in quiet defiance, and by shadows doomed, she dies again and again under the vigilant Unveiled Moon.. Only to be reborn in a fiery spark of raw realization and bathed in Universal Waters, renewed; A mere pacifist no more. © Sarah Gallant, 2002 |
| ~ A Mere Pacifist Mo More ~ |