The Tropic of Cancer - ver. 2

Oh, nothing matters but the longest journey.
(David Herbert Lawrence.
“Ship of Death, version 2”)
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Finally,
you have reached your valley.

And

here is
a story for you.
This is a true story of life.

So, it happened many ages ago,
in the very middle of a blessed summer,
when days were long and nights so short.

Once at a brook I saw a cancer shedding its old tight shell.

The dead shell was taken away by the rapid flow
while the cancer was lying lifeless, completely defenseless
with its tender scarlet skin, not able to make even a slight move.

Then I was a child and was scared and overwhelmed with such an uneasy sight.

Today you see the whole world is going to fall to ruin.
Or I would say a bit ironically and bombastically:
it is gonna cast off its shabby decrepit testa.

You are disarrayed; you are highly confused, you are worried extremely.

You see frightening pictures of mess, darkness and emptiness.
You feel deadly killing coldness of the indifferent void.
You feel so lonely. You are lonely indeed.

No one takes interest on you.
You meet no sympathy.
No concern.

It’s not time of joy,
not time of sweet dreams.
This is time of the cruel nightmares.

As usual, you awake right after midnight
or early morning, at five o'clock, all in a sweat,
with your heart beating, full of fear, ache and despair.

At times your heart sinks or feels like going to split your chest.
Tachycardia's become your closest friend.
You can hardly sleep.

Who will give you a hand?
Who will sympathize with you?
Who will ease and warm you? No answer.

You see no way to rid yourself of the continuous depression, horror and solitude.
What an oppressive spectacle, such an utter despair.
No way.


What's then?

You must know,
there is no escape,
no departure, no retreat.

You can only try to put all things together.
Try to meet everything with your mind and heart open.
You have to create your new integrity with your renewed attitude.

Actually, you are only to accept the covenant. Your time has come.

This is time to deny the falsity of all the immature delusions;
time to get rid of the old shabby attachments;
time to rise and outgrow yourself.

This time is to learn and uncover.
It is to get beyond the fears and tears.
This time is to meet and unfold your sacred Self.

See: your time to "gather together the tares" has come.

This is time of truth.
Scary time. Blessed time.
You are at the gate now, see you?

And today,
when I am almost as old as Noah,
I do certify you:

This is not the end. This is the beginning.

Have a good journey.
God bless you.
Farewell.

And
welcome back home.