How long can you continue to race against the pain? How far can you run before you fall, before you succumb, to the fears that wait to overtake you.
To throw you.
To break you.
How many peaceful nights can you toss and wake in panic. How many tears can you cry, when no one else is watching you.
What does it take to accept the unknown and to let go.
Let go.
Let go of the suffering, the pain, the questions.
How many illusions can you weave, that you lay as bricks of a fortress to guard you.
I search for you, your existance. I want to know the truth of the mystery, the play, whose script we read from daily.
Your voice has grown softer. I fight to hear you clearly. How cruel can memories be, when your heart is already broken.
"Time doesn't always mend a broken heart."
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I am
I am wondering about mysteries; about the visions that exist in hallucinations, in the darkness of fears and in the void of moments lost. I am wondering about creation and if I have always been there. From the beginning.. watching as a spirit dancing in a sea of souls yearning for home.
Looking in the mirror I can see the images of my past, who I was, who I have become and who I wanted to be. I wanted you to love me, to hate me, to worship me, to fill me with hopes and dreams.
Drunken in the chaos I created, I yelled for help. I reached out my hand to be your support, your guide. To free you from fear and sadness. I lifted you, with hopes that it would give me strength to lift myself from the thorns. I accepted your pain, but emptiness was still all I had.
In the stillness, in my peace, I have let my ego go. In the silence, in my minds eye, I see clearly.
Listen to me, let my stories fill your mind with visions. I am here just for that, for you, to feed your soul and hold you up wrapped in the suns light.
I am here. As I always have been, as I always will be. Created and creator. The pureness of love.
Looking in the mirror I can see the images of my past, who I was, who I have become and who I wanted to be. I wanted you to love me, to hate me, to worship me, to fill me with hopes and dreams.
Drunken in the chaos I created, I yelled for help. I reached out my hand to be your support, your guide. To free you from fear and sadness. I lifted you, with hopes that it would give me strength to lift myself from the thorns. I accepted your pain, but emptiness was still all I had.
In the stillness, in my peace, I have let my ego go. In the silence, in my minds eye, I see clearly.
Listen to me, let my stories fill your mind with visions. I am here just for that, for you, to feed your soul and hold you up wrapped in the suns light.
I am here. As I always have been, as I always will be. Created and creator. The pureness of love.
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