Barely Understood

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

Uninspired

I SHALL BE

STILL AND BREATH

WAIT FOR ETERNITY

WAIT FOR A GLIMPSE

WHAT IS MEANT TO BE

EMPTY FOR WORDS

ALONE

UNFAMILIAR

UNINSPIRED

A BREEZE BLOWS

THE GENTLE WIND

CALM AND STILL

INSPIRED BENEATH THE SUN

AWAKEN

STILL DREAMS TO COME

STILL DREAMS TO COME

I have been feeling strange as of late

almost uninspired, yet the words flow… I know not from where… or for what purpose… they hold something… I know not what… I have been feeling strange

The I

I want to feel what I can not see


Look beyond my minds eye


Find within the sacred ties


I want to touch what is not real


Beneath my skin


To reach from within


I want to forget that which I have learned


Believe in what can not be proven


Perceive what has been hidden


Can I wake from this dream?

My Body

My mind

Through space

Through time


Can I finish this task?

 

Challenge my purpose


Take off the masks


Can I feel what can not be heard?

Breathe what cannot be seen

Hunger for knowledge and feast upon wisdom

Will I reach the end


Where time will lapse


When matter will suspend


All can be learned if only one listens to the questions… the infinite questions

Greater purpose

As the nights close and the mornings open, I am left with wonderment. Life by its own right is wondrously full of beauty and perfection. All aspects connecting to each other flawlessly as if by design. I am not going to make this about religion or philosophy, that is on you. I am only going to ponder the perfections and imperfections.

With all that is perfect in this life we as people are one of life’s most beautiful creatures. All so different yet all connected by one undeniable circumstance…Life. As being part of one greater good we must recognize and appreciate the randomness.

One would think, being it such a small world and such a “short” life, we* would want to connect and learn from each other to the fullest. Yet we hide. We engulf ourselves with such menial and dulling tasks. We distract our purpose for the routine. We shadow our faces and hide behind masks. We wear such beautiful masks and hide our souls more beautiful light. This in itself is exhausting.

What is the purpose of these masks? To hide negative emotions? To conceal deep feelings?
To repress sadness and anger? Why must these be disguised? What is wrong with these emotions? Life is based upon complexity, as are our emotions. And that is beauty.

On the other hand it may not be a mask, it may be something deeper, darker, it may be fear… is it simply the subconscious hiding fear? Fear of the unknown? I am aware of people not wishing to address certain issues such as death, life, God, meaning, purpose, destiny…The list can go on and on. Metaphysics is captivating and certainly scary to some. Is the solution to hide? To pretend they don’t exist? To not question?

I know not the answers, just thinking on “paper”. It makes me sad sometimes, I try to find people to converse on these issues. I feel as if I am alone on my feelings, I feel great sadness for those who wish not to question life. What greater purpose have we? What greater adventure is there than to seek and uncover the meanings within ourselves. As for now I sit and stare into the screen, I try to find why I chose this topic today…

As Duma Key was pondering his masks, perhaps I too have pondered mine

*As “we”, I speak only on people I encounter and myself. I speak not for all, for there are some that are stronger than I and can break the facade.

Alive

“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…