THE SNAKE I PRAY FOR IS THE KEY MISTAKE

1.
The light I have seen,
can’t speak other wise.

There are fifty two layers of collective trauma,
withholding the shattered world’s greatest integration.
There are no others in this wheel,
we are bonded together as one,
in the circle of pain and fearful hatred.

There are a hundred ways
of making it stronger.
There are a hundred ways
of making it stronger.

What we know
is how to roll it further,
as those who did it
blindly before us.

Those who kill in the name of justice,
not even tools, nails into one's own heart,
hammered by the sense of superiority.
Spokes in the wheel of war
against their own spirit.

It is not forgiveness that we should beg of ourselves
to reconcile the ongoing genocide’s tantrums.
It is the death of this very path
that must come through us as grace,
an unwanted revelation.

To follow what I mean,
is to do the impossible,
what is left unspoken.

2.
The light I have seen,
can’t speak other wise.

How many are killed,
mistaken as someone else?
How many are killing,
mistaking themselves as someone else?

What did we drink with mother's milk?

There will be no end in this circle of killing.
What stands at the end and what falls still
is the same.

In the silence which follows death
this surreal discovery is concealed.

How many times by name of light
has darkness intervened?

Furious angels
of justice.
Defending conquerors
of peace.
Detached observers
of compassion.
Divine daydreamers
of freedom.

We are all already dead
for what it means to be alive.

All your and your ancestors traumas
are here to grasp the quintessential truth, directly,
to break the spell of the broken genes!

To follow what I mean,
is to do the impossible,
what is left unspoken.

3.
The light I have seen,
can’t speak other wise.

The modern world is an ancient system
of interwoven flying carpets,
of the actions and inactions of the heart.
There are red threads that run through wildly,
you will fail in tracing their ways.

The greatest work is hidden,
and blended into common pattern.
By many forces love conversing,
dancing and weaving in.
No matter how the current whole is seen.

There are fifty two virtues of the soul.
Undivided love is first,
imagine what must be second?

To follow what I mean,
is to do the impossible,
what is left unspoken.

4.
The light I have seen,
can’t speak other wise.

Do not bow to the agents of pain and revenge,
they are the middlemen of grave deception.
Only the guilty chase the guilty,
controlled by what they try to control.

What are you doing outside of your depth,
stuck in the desert of cruel thought,
digging, floundering in this disastrous dump?
You are the whale of joy in the ocean of eternity.
Let your heart translate the holy scripts
and your real love-story,
welcome back the disarming
kissing wisdom of spring!

It is possible to heal the wound of misery
by the touch of one single flower.

To follow what I mean,
is to do the impossible,
what is left unspoken.

5.
The light I have seen,
can’t speak other wise.

By love you insight,
there is no side of one’s own
in the land of lovers.

Leave the unfortunate fate unresolved,
it is a ghost with your own face.
Let it crawl away like a frightened viper.

Discard everything that can be discarded,
and that which discards.

Not a trace will remain of you, only a question,
ringing in the heart for the world;
What can I do for all of you before I go?

To follow what I mean,
is to do the impossible,
what is left unspoken.

Sasha, do not try to change the subject
of this epiphanic revelation.
Fear no more in pouring wine,
you are invincible for jealousy and anger.

You can't believe,
at the end of all these blinding battles,
every soul will be served the same cup of tea
— one of clear vision.

Drink it now!

- Sasha Dodo

12.10.2023 - 25.05.2025,
Florence, Italy - Fes, Morocco

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