Societies guild
The crowds mold
Individuality rusts
Personalities fold
Broken is the call
From the hole in the wall
Unveiled is potential
Born is the hope
Burned is hopes’ flame
The Sun Waxes and wanes
Time and change
Be willing to be free
Be willing to be brave
And remember to see what we need to face
“Please forgive me for all the things I have said”, she spoke softly.
AS she sat there, in front of the old mirror. The mirror which lay against the wall, the wall of the farthest room, hidden from sight of the minds eye.
“Please forgive me for all the things I have done.”
Slowly she trurned, another reflection cast back. Eyes heavy, features strikingly similar to those of her own.
“Please forgive me for all the things I have thought.”
“Please forgive me for all the things I have felt.”
“Please forgive me for all the things I have wished.”
“Please forgive me, because I know you know”
Defeated she fell to the ground… the reflection slowly moved to her… reached to her… and smiled…
“of course I knew, i have always known” the words floated through the air, they existed for only the girl on the floor… broken, defeated, victorious…
She opened her eyes, her mirror, her other, gone…
“I knew”
And there it was… her message. the meaning of it all… For how long she had searched, she never truly understood until that moment…
“Wake up!” The shout echoed through her mind.
The alarm clock buzzed.
She lay in bed.
Searching for her meaning.
On the ceiling
Who
are we?
is God?
is blessed?
is not?
What
is meaning?
is emotion?
is empathy?
is life?
Where
is here?
is now?
is Soul?
is Life?
is Heaven?
When
do we achieve?
is the end?
is it right? or wrong?
is one more than another?
And when is another more than one….
Why
dream?
feel?
Why do we feel only for certain people and not all people?
Why
love?
lie?
Why question?
Why care?
Who is What is Where is When is Why?
Always Why
Full of questions.
Do they deserve answers?
Who is the judge of these matters?
Who holds the wisdom?
Who listens to the minds of millions?
Ever pining away hours with mysteries
Is it Him?
If it is Him
How does He choose
How does He designate the knowledge?
Perhaps behind every question is an answer…
One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind
Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages
For people seeking an unworthy truth…
If ever there be an unworthy answer
Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…
Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…
Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…
“Full of questions…
which do deserve answers…
I am the Judge of Inquiry…
I hold the wisdom…
it is here…
within my palm…
within a grain of sand…
is this your truth?”
Perhaps…
Sometimes I think silent thoughts
In a language just barely understood
It is the language of the mind
It is the language of the Soul
It is a language which can not be spoken
A language which can only be shown
It is the language felt in a glance
A language of Love, Purpose, and Knowledge
A true love…
A language in the Mind
It speaks quietly truths unlearned
It grows softly under the veil of silence.
These truths unknown
Spoken eloquently
Peacefully
This voice unheard
This voice unshared
The butterflies are here
They are fluttering…
I hear those silent thoughts again…
They speak of happiness
In a language just barely heard…
If I knew how to describe this smile
I would
In this language
Barely understood
“I thought you were dead…”
I woke slowly, my mind still wrapped in thought. How vivid the night was. The sound of his breath. The touch of his hand. The soft, safe security of his arms… the warmth of his worried eyes…
Another night of dreams, more moments fading into visions, merging into the flashes of emotions… forgetting reality and death… as our minds traverse universe upon universe…
“no my daughter, I am not dead,” he replied with a soft smile.
An amazing dream I had with my father. As always when I dream of him, I forget he died. I miss him in person, here in my life… but I know he is still alive in my heart… as he told me last night in our far away world…
Hard to believe it has been almost three years…
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