The Heart Of The Beast----Page 37

The passion of life is intertwined with the
sadness. In our lives the two cling to each other.
Beauty is on her knees looking up for salvation.
I see the hope and the weariness in her face.
At times she looks desperate and at times she looks
radiant. Where will her journey lead her? From the
pit of hell to the apex of her sunrise. She reaches
out to us, but how can we be ready? At times we
do not understand and at times we let her take us
for a ride. I live for her.
There is a time to assassinate the last vestiges
of complacency. To take by the throat the demon of
indecision. I declare that time to be now. A time
to live in the moment. A moment that should
become a lifetime. Every second contains the seed
of possibility. As the seeds fall away one has only
to grasp a few to grow a world of difference.
The choice is continually ours every instant of
every day. The sword is decisiveness. Use it
to cut through mediocrity.
Truth stumbled along the path. I held her
face in my hands. And suddenly I could see.
Many have died for her. It is time for many to
live for her. Many have tried to stamp her out.
Yet she remains; scarred and bloody, yet indestructible,
making her way through our brutal world. If beauty
inspires passion, truth inspires sadness. When that
sadness turns to determination, victory will be at
hand. Where truth is allowed to grow the world
will be transformed and beauty will be achingly
omnipresent among the ruins of our past failures
until those failures are a dim memory.