Once there was Soul
Soul was born
Soul was alive
Soul faded
Soul slumbered
Soul awoke
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Boundaries
In the beginning I sink ,
Slow…
yet as fast as sound and the mind.
Deep down into an abyss,
Hidden…
Buried with time.
A feeling…
Thoughts form before my wandering eyes.
Yet they are closed. They know…
Incomplete…
Moments elude …
They grace what knowledge knows.
As if pieces are missing from my soul
Taken…
Hidden…
in plain sight
*
Panicking I feel holes in my heart.
Throbbing and alive.
My soul.
I know.
I must go to fill these holes.
Dull the subtle pain
Yet this moment finds me insane
*
All I ever needed
I misplaced along the way
As I backtrack
I miss the path
Further and further I go
I can not find my heart
I can not find my soul
I scream
My screams are muted
Muted by a place that is beyond sound
Movement in the distance I see
I run
My legs moving as fast as permitted
So fast
In this place there are no rules
I can fly
*
In the distance I see over the hills
Pieces of my soul are there
The holes from my heart
But the darkness produces shadows
I want to see clear figures in the opaque sky
I want to dance with the shadows of the moon
I want to put in words what I see
Simultaneous and Impossible
I need to complete my soul
I need to finish this dream
*
Every moment of this place collapses
My dream retracts
Back and forward
It is understood
somewhere
just not here
In a world where there are no boundaries
In a moment that spans a lifetime
I understand
My dream culminates with a realization
Not taken
Simply Free
In this place with no boundaries
*
Just in time for the journey back to my slumbering body
My soul weary
Yet happy
Solace found for my mind
With my souls completion
My heart and soul alight
With Love
With Knowledge
But was it real?
As I dreamed it?
Or perhaps I was the dream
Of chaos
In this place with no boundaries
it reaches me
*
sometimes I wonder what it is I really am thinking.
sometimes I wonder what it is I really am feeling.
sometimes it just makes no sense. it makes me tired.
~enreal
Turn Back
Once upon a time I was unique… I spoke words true and laughed in the face of doubt… I was strong.
Once upon a time I was whole… I felt with my soul and spoke with my mind… Now my soul cries and my tears die… I was wrong.
Once upon a time I made a choice… I turned away and let them stray… they were my words… they were my songs… now I find I am all alone…
Once upon a time I said these words. It was the beginning of the end and now that end is gone. It disappeared and I fear my actions are unjustified… they can not change time… no matter how hard I try… I’m sorry doesn’t suffice
Apart
Sometimes when I try to make sense, none can be found. I try to listen to my heart, yet it beats alone. I try to listen to my mind, yet that too is silent when my Soul comes searching. One would think they are connected, yet as of late, they are worlds apart.
.
I look towards an emptiness. Barren. Not cold, not dark, not anything.
What do you hear when there are no sounds?
Breath,
Yes.
What do you feel when you touch the ground?
Reality, or is it simply what you believe you’ve found?
What do your senses say they’ve found?
For now
They simply know not,
Or why.
This is my heart.
.
I look towards Life for answers, there are many. Yet, none seem right.
What is Life? If not Death in waiting.
What is Strife? If not happiness waiting to be found.
What is Sorrow? If not the hollowed ground within your heart able to be filled with Joy.
I do believe this, in truth I know this. Yet to know and believe serves little when one is lost.
This is my mind.
.
.
They pain you, your desires. What do they know, these simple emotions,
Hollowed words and meaningless songs
They betray you, your realities. What do they show, they are simply all you know.
One day all will be one.
This is my soul.
.
Worlds apart, yes. Yet they are the same.
A reason
Fear not the night, nor the darkness which heralds false unease. The prospect of our senses blinded by the lack of light… the lack of sun… the lack of awareness as to what we shall become. Freedom awakens to the heavens as we drift to where our souls meet… ready for the mind to release and the soul to take flight… the wind remains calm, for the rays dance in ethereal light…
On the wings of my soul
In the shadows of my plight
On the borders of my mind
As my spirit brings forth sightAs vivid as our dreams
As immortal as our souls
As our endless years unfold
The truth we always holdOn the cusp of a dawn
Our sorrows were reborn
Shadows of the eclipsed sun
Casting hopeThough they sought none
Now the shadow’s seeking night
Night as darkness
Dawn as sorrow
Be it as a light in the morrow
Be it happiness in the perceived abyss
Be it simply
Life is not always as it is
So I say, once more… fear not that which can be misunderstood. Fear not darkness simply because it is dark. Dismiss not pain simply because it hurts. Deny not sorrow for the well may once be full… there is always season… there is always a reason
And reason is as Life
Conversations with…
I am returning to my Abstract Conversations Series for inspiration… I will be working on some new conversations to see what answers I can find to my endless questioning… for now I share with you some of my original conversations. I am fond of the time I spent conversing with my thoughts and my Soul… This is republished from a while back… the conversations are published previously…
I have an obsession with conversations. Intelligent, deep, meaningful conversations… There is only so much one can learn from literature and history… there is a whole other world out there, many other worlds out there…The only way to reach them is through conversation, observing another’s Life and understanding even questioning why they are…
Why they are… indeed. The fundamental philosophical question. Why? Why are we? Now imagine this, a conversation with an abstract, something abstract made tangible for conversation with you, with me… I have had many of these conversations and am working towards that “perfect conversation“.
A perfect conversation? I believe it can be described as a flow of energy, a way of connecting with another and traveling to a place that is out of reach, it is a way of reading from the pages of Life, a way of transcending Self. It can be recalled as butterflies in the stomach, realizing you have touched on something that is larger than Self, a glimpse of knowledge and power too large to hold in the mind, so it simply slips away silently, gracefully. I am constantly searching for that perfect conversation… one I can hold in my heart and in my mind. It is always in my Soul.
Now I share with you some of my Abstract Conversations, I am always searching for a way to connect, a way to answer my Soul…
Conversation with Subconsciousness
Who’s to say if I am the Abstract on the other side of this reality…
A Conversation with Reality… I have to find Reality first…
Air of being
Do you believe
In what seems to be
The love felt for your souls
The pain felt for yours lost
How tomorrow can come after today
How a day can span forever
A moment may exist ever or never
Do you believe
In what seems to be
Your souls completion left aside
Your souls reason passed on by
Your souls adrift
You lost your mind
Your place is missed
Perhaps left behind
Do you believe
In what seems to be
To lose a piece of your soul
Time often takes its toll
Its seems unfair that all must wait
For the time we contemplate
If we were born too late
If we have missed the date
Why do we have to wait
For our destined fate
To reveal the truth
To our soul
To see the meaning
In our mind
To believe in what seems to be
For ever
Or perhaps
just this time
Journals Of Enreal 