Backstage At Heart Theater (Betrayal)
A dark shadow within my heart
whispers about a plunge into betrayal.
Its dagger stabs me deep.
My heart breaks and I hear myself cry.
It is within my trembling voice
while I’m speaking about other things.
I become use to it
and no longer question its existence.
I dance the best I can
moving in energy that haunts me.
Gracefulness does not serve me
for blood spilt on the floor is slippery.
Thankfully, red looks good on me.

Countless movies in recent times increasingly provide spiritual metaphors - real gems, like, of course, the superlative Matrix. It's clear that benevolence is using this media channel to speak to us. Of course, frequently the truth gets a little hazy as it passes through distorted human minds, but to my mind at least, they seem to be getting increasingly illuminating.