adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 06, 2010

HONOR

Honor is but hubris, dressed up,
sinful pride in a uniform,
emptiness posed as purpose,
selfishness as virtue.

I have pretended before the mirror,
admired this illusion,
my illusion, entranced by ego,
enamored of an image.

It is in humility, the putting
aside of warrior ways,
of shame and of honor,
that we see the real.

The distorted reflection of desire
enslaves us to our will;
it holds no right, no wrong,
knows neither love nor light.

I shall have no honor, no vain
pride in this false idol,
this misshapen lump I fashioned;
I have seen it is not real.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

Very much first drafty and perhaps not all that coherent. Thoughts on how pride and 'honor' cloud our perception of right and wrong.

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