NIGHT OF LIBERATION

 

He thought that he was dying,

Opened his eyes and watched the girl herd her sheep,

Then saw her milk one sheep of the herd and walk toward him with a jug of milk.

 

She had noticed his state,

His heavily matted hair,

Skin full of sores,

Dry, half open mouth,

Staring, crazy-wide eyes.

Sucked in her milk,

His inner energy waking up,

Arising from it´s  lethargy after  months of  being ignored,

Gave him the energy to rise up and stumble to the river.

 

Slowly he walk into the water and with trembling hands wet his face,

Didn`t know anymore if he was alive.

Washed his sores,

Felt the water between his legs, over his chest,

A neat transfer of energy,

Rolling into his inner being…

He looked around, the girl was gone,

Saw a large tree and weakly stumbled to it,

Sat among its large roots,

Knew that he had to conquer his being,

The only way he knew how,

Sat, sat, stare at the jungle,

Until the jungle was no more,

Old friend Mara showed up with his nude dancing daughters,

Juno, the elephant came to crush him,

Soldiers with fiery arrows pointed at him,

But sent flowers instead,

Nothing disturbed his stare into nothingness.

 

The night rolled on,

Slowly, black, silent…

Heard a distant cry,

The agony of suffering humanity,

A crow overhead,

A spider between his legs,

Mosquitoes on his face,

NO, NO…

Nothing will disturb me until I get there,

Only death will move me away,

Mara drops away with his daughters,

Looking back, they scream in agony.

 

The dawn,

The star,

All drops away,

He drops away,

He becomes the jungle,

Not himself anymore,

Stop suffering,

Must go tell the people!…