Do not let me fall prey to the mechanical animal in my brain that calls me away from you. It looks and acts the same in me as it does in any caged creature. This beast is always ready to sever links with its human family, being altogether in pieces already, at the mercy of the crashing seas of circumstance. It cannot remain at home on its own shores, nor can it bask for long beneath the strong rays of another’s sun, for it lacks both an anchor to hold it steady, and an ark to take it safely across the river. Hone this loss-addicted, lusterless machine. Release the cold hand from panicked demands for another’s warmth, so the man can remember whose hand holds the key. Though I am eons from any final clarity, let disparity itself become fuel. Do not let the mud of confusion bury the blessing, but let the perishing puddles evaporate into the western wind; and, as the sun begins to set, let the spirit of beauty spearhead my inward evolution.
Brian Leibold 
“mechanical animal” —recognizing our proclivity to fall prey is one of the defenses against it.
May we not let the mud of confusion bury the blessing. Amen.
Love this ending: “Do not let the mud of confusion bury the blessing, but let the perishing puddles evaporate into the western wind; and, as the sun begins to set, let the spirit of beauty spearhead my inward evolution.” This is powerful.
Brian,
I love this line: “Release the cold hand from panicked demands for another’s warmth”
Truly may we all be released from inner panicked demands, and may we know fully the warmth that (still) (always) dwells within each of us.
Thanks for sharing this moment
Thanks for reading, Celeste. Yes, may we all be released.
Gosh Brian, Amazing!
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