Standing there on your own. Wondering what it’s like to be all alone, with the entire world all around you. Just like the day they found you.
Words coming through as clearly as though you are standing right there in the midst. Right there, side by side, telling what you see, what you believe. Speaking words that were never spoken. Seeing the images that, in fact, exist only in the mind of the teller. Which, until given expression, are nothing but hopes and dreams.
A mystery.
Telling what you see, what you feel, believe, need? Say the words and you are taken there. Not having to say or do anything in particular. Your breath is somehow taken away even as you learn how to breathe anew. You can live on your own, never knowing what it is like to give, receive, share or believe. Never knowing if you would have ever known. And yet the world is all around you, just as you found it. Life goes on with or without you.
Wanting to believe.
Believe that, perhaps, you simply need someone to make a believer of you. Live in your dreams and visit in your realities. Waiting for that someone who’d make it real and believable. Seeing, as through your own eyes, what you do see. Telling what you feel, knowing, wanting and need to treasure. Exposing your spirit as has never been done before. You don’t understand but like a fool you’ll go anywhere – you only need to know.
How do we experience those visions of beauty and serenity? Oh! You would pray, if only the words would bring you nearer. To be that close would take the breath away. You don’t know what will be said. But if only just to hear the words, as you turn away. It is still a mystery.
Would you have ever known?
That you would have let your spirit run free with such abandon, unbounded, unbowed, unafraid at the turn of a word, flowing right back at you. Is it real? What do you need, to believe in ….. dreams and imaginings?
Telling what is seldom seen or spoken with such ease. Comfortable on your own but also wondering, how? Almost brought to the knees like you have never known. Walk away. All the while you just want, what? To believe that …… even though the world of dreams is all around you have to still think and imagine to make it real. Yet that does not detract from the charms and beauties. All of which are to be discovered in exploration of those avenues and possibilities accorded by the existence of dreams and wishes.
Thoughts, you believed were all your own.
Can you ever know, what it is like to stand there all on your own – not knowing what to say, not understanding the reasons why.
Unquestioning; believing that what you see, you also know. What is needed goes on without you. What you believe are the mysteries that you find all around with the greatest of ease; and in the unlikeliest of places and at the unscheduled moments of time. Life goes on without and around you. It is not yours to give or take. Cannot be possessed, yet shareable.
So tell all that you believe since we don’t really know.
If you believe, or need life to go on without you, then wishes become prayers. Hope meld into dreams, longings turn to desires, Sadness to joy, tears become smiles. And you are right there, among it all – the source of the barely discernable heartbeat and spark that give meaning to it all. The pinprick that generates the awakening awareness of mind; and with it, the accompanying existence of external sensory pickups that serve to define the realm of self. Nurturing purpose while feeding options, possibilities and probabilities. All of which can be found any and everywhere – with eyes closed shut and ears plugged.
Coming right at you; and if you had ever known ….
Would it have changed the course of the day when they found you? And you, in another world, would have said the words, I believe it is a mystery. You only need to believe in, …… what? You don’t really know what to say or give in a gesture of gratitude. The unspoken words are but thoughts ignited by the mysteries that are seen, felt and known; things that need to be learnt, embraced, scrutinised and examined, hunted and cherished. Things loathed and despised while some others are deified and mounted upon pedestals in reverence. The beauty and the ugliness. Saints and sinners. Angels and devils.
And in spite of it all you would not have it any other way. The milieu is the crucible from which the polished and refined emerge with unerring constancy and relevance to each and everyone about. Without it there will be nothing but mere dust in the stream of life that surround and engulfs.
Close your eyes but don’t let it all slip away.
Sitting alone on the edge of the world – the feeling you get when you close your weary eyes and turn the relentless mind off for a few moments of respite and solitude. When you let it flow on in and through the unknotted threads of your inquisitive mind. That place where you idly float away on a puff of imagination – serenaded to by the fates and entertained by the muses, servants to the gods themselves.
Dare we dare open those eyes and glimpse about our surroundings?
Slow the pace down, perhaps? Are the dials on the instrument panel red-lining? Indicators of what, perchance? It has been a long time, has it not?
Moving onward, dreams can be so enticing. That which you call the mind, can never be left behind, as you move resolutely forward. It is there for the long haul, as you chase passionately after your dreams and hope. So do you believe? What do you believe? Who do you believe?
When do you believe? Why? What is there for you to believe in? Dreams and feelings?
As real as the wind whispering to you on a cool autumn evening. As real as a summer’s sky as the sun sets below the horizon spotted with silver-lined wishes.
They are more than simply feelings.
Like the life within, it jolts the consciousness that flickers and sparks slowly into existence. Why look away? Souls are only lost because they never seem to find …… just as they themselves are so difficult to define with any certainty
See the exposed and vulnerable souls; know their purpose. Know of their pains. The answers that lie in each. It is kind of grey, yet know that the pain is known and understood – answers can always be found to those eternal questions. Where debts are settled. Old arguments laid to rest. Perspective takes its rightful place in the grand scheme. Things laid to rest when their turn are due.
Oh?! You were were expecting fairness and justice, and equality? Well, we are all here walking, together, in the dark and rainy night. Settling will have to get in line, like so many other things in life. There is no one king or queen to which allegiances can be ascribed or pledged. Can never be found. The purpose is there for all to see – in plain sight even as resolution appears elusive, clouded by the mistiness of life. All that is certain is the way you feel and what you perceive and discern all around as you journey onwards. Only the young and intrepid see certainties.
Settle the scores while opportunity exist. The clock is about to strike.
Why an eye for an eye? See you not the irony in such a stances? Everything ventured and very little, if anything, gained in the outcome.
Just a little bit of nervousness. It must have started somewhere. Just can’t remember where. Passed back there, somewhere along the path to this point in time. Strangers have been too perfect, strangers. Tomorrow always rides ahead of you, just as yesterday is a constant companion of your past. Today is always the here and now. A luxury which explains how you feel, who and where you are. Where you are likely to venture with that next step towards uncertainty. So, go on, take a breath as the stranger turns to greet you. A luxury only the young can afford to ignore with any degree of certainty.
The joys of rediscovering.
Inside is where the heart grows. Outside is the realm of rainbows, dreams, wishes, hopes and expectations. With every heartbeat, you have to but just ask and be open to the answers. There you stand, torn in two. Everyone invariably and eventually head off on separate paths, unaware that at some point in time they will all lead back to the starting point that, inexplicably, defines the sum total of their lives. It is when that slips away that it presence is acknowledged by the absence from the core. Break those chains that bind because you have touched and gone your separate ways.
It has been so long. Memories never change; roses always remain the same.
Always haunting. Something to do with the way you feel. Storms at the heart of man’s being. Must have passed it by somewhere – just can’t quite remember. But here it comes again, to take the breath away; taking you by the hand as you journey on anew. A celebration that touches on the way you feel. Innocence – refreshing as it takes you by the hand, unconcerned about self, tomorrow, the unplanned. The mirror making no attempt to please, only there for those moments of quiet reflection.
An injection of reality insinuates itself. How about not needing when your plate is overflowing? What about enjoying those moments for what they are, just moments in time? The moment you cease your attempts to grasp hold of the indefinable then becomes the instances in which you gain those ever elusive insights that always seem to elude your attempts at capturing. Forgiveness liberates. Unselfish deeds fulfill and satisfy in numerous ways never before imagined. Your mortality becomes subjugated to your innate divinity and goodness. You become immortal in a world filled with mortals forever in search of immortality and nirvana.
Enjoy the moments, each and every one. Grieve and celebrate each moment, a minute at a time. Slowly gain the strength to take flight and soar above it all.
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