I must keep reminding myself of this. I still may. Be patient. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers between supposed brothers But Im still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. Is this a test? It has to be. Otherwise I cant go on. I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away... We barely remember what came before this precious moment, Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside... This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own A million light reflections pass over me Its source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams. And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Dont want to be down here feeding my narcissism I must crucify the ego before its far too late I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:41:57 +0000
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