Phoesune

I cannot watch this clock tick by any longer. I want to sleep and sleep so that the days go by. There is something missing from this life of mine. It would seem that the god or gods that grant us life leave it to us to complete it like a jigsaw puzzle with only 999 pieces. I have everything a man could want in this life except what I want. I could have substitutions if I sought them, but gilded treasure is never worth the fight. Finding diamonds that swear themselves coal is a life long adventure for me, I only wish that once I would be someone’s prize.

Still, though it hurts me often, I cannot sway from my destiny. The gods gave me these eyes that see beyond the fool’s gold and they have given me the struggles of my life to refine me so that I in turn could show others the ways of fire. The more human that I become, the more gods I find wondering among the thorns of this earth. Their downcast eyes can only see the limitations of their fleshly cloaks.

After generations of reincarnation they have forgotten Valhalla and Mt Olympus. They have long forgotten of the womb of Kali that birthed them, and the nourishing teaching of Inari that helped us to grow, in the wisdom flooded rice patties of our souls. We the treasure of the ancients, once powerful and full of glory, now rot among our former servants who no longer fear or adore us. We surrendered our glory for faith in mankind. Mankind in turn denied us our future. So we come back each life as ordained by the last of our numbers. The one god left to us but he leaves us without a trace of our divinity. So we do seek out each other and we seek out that piece of ourselves we lost. Spending our many lives hoping that just one of us could overcome the curse, just one could return to Heaven and restore us all. Humanity needs us, God needs us, or else we’ll all find our end on the altar of science.