Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Thunder from the Heart
Thunder from the heart, and it enters the mind, and it uneases, and takes you to a foreign place, and you become aware, determined to resist this potential slavery, and you look into the memory, the memory before the thunder, when there was oneness of self, at least to your own personal perception, and now, there is the task of bringing a part of tomorrow into today, but awareness, that today is today, and that the past is gone, it has left, it remains, just a part of memory, a part of the existence nonetheless, and you work to determine the realness of the self, the one, that only you, know who you are, in your aloneness, in your truth, in the privacy of personal honesty of spirit and soul, and always, there are disruptions, antagonisations, and they assault, and they would like to steal you from yourself, but then you understand just what they are, and then they sink into their own ignorance and unknowing, and you know, and you are the only one who does, and you don't seek vanity, and in fact, you fight against it, and in the end then, you are left with yourself, and how do deal with the self, outside of thunder, outside of self love, outside of condemnation, outside of the obvious reality, and you venture into a place where love may dwell, and imagining where you belong, and where you fit there, and into exactly the moment, now.
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