Evolt

I scribbled this on January 1st of 2007 and then cleaned it up a little later that month. I found it tonight while doing a bit of a year-end review of some things I'd written and I liked it much better after 2 years of aging than I did at the time, so I thought I'd risk the humiliation of sharing it here. The poem more or less was the beginning of an introspective year where I found a new use for the religious software that got installed in me as a kid growing up in the Bible belt. Joseph Campbell says "don't get stuck to the metaphor" & I've been able to re-embrace the metaphors that were first installed into my hard-drive as not only literal truth, but as Ultimate Truth that carried a pretty stiff penalty for non-belief. I spent more than a few years in revolt before I understood Campbell's message of spiritual freedom meant that I actually owned my software and that I was free to do with it whatever my imagination could cook-up.

So, maybe I can't uninstall the software, but I sure as Sunday can influence the output.

Revolution maybe the right flag for some to fly, but martyrdom seems overly dramatic to me. I'd rather work somewhere in-between the grooves where the status quo meets resistance, but the soldiers live to fight another day. Evolution, though, takes away the personal, the immediate and leaves no room for imagination -- which is to say it leaves no room for mankind.

Revolt, too aggressive.

Evolve, too passive.

"Evolt" strikes the right chord for the traveller.

Evolt

by KDM

1/26/2007

There will be no revolt

No Revolution

There will only be this

Forever

There will be Evolution

Yes, evolution

There will only be that

Not Revolution

Things will change

In every direction

Things will not change

No Predestination

You will be you

I will be me

They will be they

And we will be we

The moment is now

Has always been thus

Reason has no reason

To make such a fuss

My hands on the keyboard

Your eyes on the screen

No Communication

Just see what we see

You know what you know

And you don't what you don't

Forget revolution

Believe what you won't

I do not have the answers

Nor even the questions

Placed her by chance

Without destination

So here we are

And so we are too

Blinded by ashes

Still I can see you

What can I tell you

What can you tell me

No Revolution

Just Mystery