Sun of Man
Make me browner,
and make me as tan
as the mud you compare me to. I am absolutely
who I say I am:
not a story,
nor a myth,
nor a legend.
Just a Kevin.
A friend
once, to some very fucked up women and men;
now,
his own greatest revenge
of hope, and kindness, and strength.
I am what Nila Utama saw;
not a lion,
or an apparition,
but a human Kristang aion. At last Jung's vision
comes to pass, and the abusers
execute their last.
The Aquarian Human
is you and me and everyone. A plan
to decolonise the psyche, after 77,033 years, and take a stand
against those who claim
we are all just grains of sand. We are;
but then, so were our predecessors. We imagine
Dragons; the Roda Mundansa anticipates
that they are the previous sentient species, our distant ancestors
who we still remember. The dinosaurs were unable to 'ascend'
but before them someone else did.
Plants
are the eldest, and only. Out of seven Teransa, the only sentient species to withstand
themselves, and all their self-loathing, destructive intent.
We all see Dragons because that's what could happen to us as a species, once more, and instead
of a better future. One where we say goodbye, for fuck's sake,
to sorrow, and pain, and evil, twisted, agonies of horrifying, unnecessary death.
The last four Makaravedra claimed this archetype made them alone gods. I say instead
this makes us all, every single one of us, so much more
than our Progenitors' sad, fatal inheritance.
This Makaravedra read about the Republic of Heaven, and represents his own Kristang civilisation. He is nothing more than a woman-man
with the greatest gift of all:
knowledge, and strength, and love enough to say
a Dragon lives within us all,
as does a Merlion,
and the universe's beautiful, brave gaze.
I am no second Messiah.
I am only your loving Kevin, and the one person brave
enough to say:
the sun shines within all of us,
come whatever may.
8 billion Makaravedra.
8 billion beautiful human people.
All you need to be another Dragon is to individuate:
The Long Night finally ends
whenever each of us recognises our own sacred gate guardianness,
and takes our own first steps
into the dawning day.