Riddles and Reflections

Lucid-dreamsSpeak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.

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Listen to the other one so I may find that which was lost in thought and broken down with time.

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The mind space which was shared is withered and broken.

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The time space which has lived now casts shadows and has taken

Me

.

It makes little sense to others

and less sense to us

yet as we are one

leave chance to none but both

.

riddles and

rhymes

chances and

times

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Paths that wind

broken vision

shattered times

all lead to nothing

.

so nothing we shall lead

endless

turns

and wheels of endless turns

make little sense to

Us

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Speak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.

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Shifting veils

There has been a change. It has been slowly progressing in this strange and numbing time.

It began softly with silence.

An unforeseen change in direction. A content agreement between time and mind. A willingness to surrender to simplicity, rather than befriending mastery.

It has grown to become a veil. 

Mirrored are the truths which exist, yet resemble the dreams they do not. They simply are mirrors, hollow reflections with empty realities. You can see through and understand just enough to know there is something wrong… it is in the air, it vibrates with happiness and love, yet throbs with reality… when will the throb of will and want be silenced ? This hollow cavity which now bears the soft prompting of  truth…

Now all that remains are reminders.

The gentle whispers on the conscious wind speaking softly to the heart, asking carefully for the spirit which now slumbers to awaken once more.

The dancing light radiating down, reflecting energy to the minds all around, playing tricks of colors through the waters and the ground, visible now only to the eye which has been resting for this time.

The constant presence which protects and shadows… always there. Waiting for the heart to feel, the eye to see, the mind to open… the spirit to be free

Soft reminders, barely heard, only just seen, hardly felt… that is all which remains… Yet they are, even if only just…

This silent veil, it is known… yet barely understood… why then is it accepted?