Challenging You to Change

Not only does this piece of art here match with the theme of my poem, but there's something special about it for me. As I searched for suitable images, I came upon THIS one. And this is the one scene that has been painted beautifully by my mum and aunt. Voila! Takes me back to the acrylic-paint-scented days!

"If it doesn't challenge you, it won't change you."

Men in orthodox societies live with their parents

Married, with their wives and children:

It's tradition!

   Yet there are born a unique few

   Who flee their homes at the age of twenty-two.

At the ripe age of twenty-two!

   And then there are instances of

   Men in some other world (terrestrially),

Where traditionally,

Boys 18+ are expected to live alone;

   Those few pledge to never leave home.

Pledge to never leave home.

...

People who've sought to win battles

All their lives. Now

   Find the three-eyed crow

   And lead themselves to abandon their comfort in kill

   Instead, end up in meditation, all spiritual.

Turn up all spiritual.

And spiritual sages who

   Now need the kill

   To their heart's fill

Will retire their lifelong blissfulness

   To a battle ground, on slippery bloody carcass

On to bloody, slippery carcass.

...

And now and then you find

All sorts of people clouded, mystified

Who purposefully ruin their lives

Keep on walking the same path- their duty

And do not seek their mind's refugee.

Do not seek mind's refugee.

Surround yourselves with them-

(Strive to be a part of them-), they who unwind-

Act on a moment's change of their mind

Change their paths, choose their own destiny

Unfearful, they are the heroes otherwordly.

They're the heroes otherwordly!

The other-world (the part of the brain) where in

Doubts and horrors grow dim

And these heroes uproot the villain

Of clouded introspection

And leave the world (and you) in resurrection.

They leave you in resurrection.

So that there be no hesitation

Once all around, and then there were none.

And then there were none.