Goddess of Narssisim

There lye beautiful words of a poetic wisdom and grace. There are quotations of mysterious and yet profound majestic authenticy claimed to be not of another mind who has lived and has passed; and beyond perceptual or intellectual apprehensions that are directly accessible by subjective experience claimed. There is a knowledge asserted to not have been attained of a written book, however it is explained in the manner of an educated teacher for to educate the curious mind of its origin and meanings because this has been read at some place and time and thus learned for the sake of teaching others for her own personal accommodations for self-worshiping purposes. And when she is asked, “where might I attain a book of this great knowledge that you have learned?” Her answer is, “I have no knowledge of such book, for I am the source of that knowledge you seek, as there is no other besides me.”

"The willing death and denial of her originality is cultivated from a darkened past that she has chosen to no longer face for the sake of resolve. Her wings have been wounded and rejects any form of care as she runs within the wilderness of her own mind."

Beauty has a deadly presence only because of its container having no true stability of beauty within. It's imbalance is made sacred and hidden in the company of knowledge, attained personal wisdom and sacred entities of African and Egyptian gods and goddesses, Indian philosophers and Greek mythology untouched by the observation of the common everyday mind to notice. When a love that is pure without the submissive nature as others, enters, her inner being is made hobbled and feeble because of its gentility and humility. She has been made to feel insecure without the assertion of another. Time itself becomes a god of oppression, as she struggles in conflict to remain in her realm of contentment produced by illusions and therefore propaganda rooted in dismay. When there is continued love and kindness, suddenly what has always been known to be suppressed within, snares and spews its venom, shattering the self-image of holiness and mystery. What is within is pulled out for to reveal itself. She has been left naked and without the substance professed. She has been only, experienced and never to be of reality because of being a slave to an attachment of herself. 

She is only a Goddess of Narcissism. Nothing more and nothing less.

David Anthony Brayboy