A vein opened and words began to flow, something I have no control over .
Spirits, voices, callings … I don’t know what flows in my veins and make my fingers tap the keys. Delirious and feverish with something beyond my knowledge I flow. Out of a swirling black misty dream a path emerges for a while, then closes within a dream. Did I tell you I am a dreamer, a seeker ?
There are times one needs to change the path and move on to a different road. A more exciting road,which emerges out of nowhere and just goes on. A dangerous and mysterious road. Unknown, Unseen.That’s when you cut yourself loose. Shed all inhibitions. Just be yourself and listen to silence of the spirits around you.
Am I fooling myself , they ask. Is it that I create these visions around in my dream space to feed my insecurities and fears. Who knows he reason. Who wants to know. They help me find myself.
I feel there are many ‘ Me’ inside this ‘ I’ that I am. They all reside in small little compartments waiting for their time .
We dream that is why we live or else we exist .
Someone asked me am I really what I say I am for I don’t connect with the poet me, writer me and my voice does not have the power to convince the thoughts I portray . I smile .
No, I am not that.
I have no idea who I am.
There is that Me which people see in flesh and blood but that’s just a body, a vehicle for my soul and a treasure chest that holds an unruly heart and a devious mind. I have the hell and heaven inside me.
I , is not defined .It is nameless orphan of silence.
Do not try to know me by my face or my aging sick body. It is nothing but a mirage. An illusion .
Look deep if you have eyes to see like I do.
Why is it that people do not believe when I tell them spirits and souls exist. They roam around and connect with right match.
You are plugged in with or without your consent . All is not love, sometimes you just get sucked in and have no place to run to and then they make you rise the storm , they spin you till all becomes a blur.
Unruly heart&devious mind at it again. Words as weapons are sharp. Loaded. I am watching from a distance. Scared of the result. This one time I trust the spirits around me. The storm is rising again. Swirling with great intensity every moment that passes. I try to see… just a blur. I know they are there. A vein is cut . I see the ink flowing like a river in rage. Red ink, the color of blood. What next?
The heart is unruly but very courageous. It bleeds so I can dip my pen and paint pictures with my words. The devious mind … oh never mind..
There is light and there is darkness. All within. There are monsters, demons and there are strong, courageous loving female spirits that ever walked in the universe. We just have to know the difference. A hard thing to learn.
I recently got connected with some beautiful souls animals and humans each with an enigmatic aura. Reaching out from nowhere.
They just know and seek you out. Especially the female spirits. They have strong invisible blood bonds .
You break , you change , you expand and then there is a release . Sometime you reach that point of combustion and then Nothing.. you wait .. it is not time yet.
Someone watches from behind the night’s curtains.
Some one I don’t know
A spirit which could be manifestation of my imagination . A new birth of a crushed desire .
We take pride in knowing Love and affection .We talk about the beauty of it and yet we know nothing of it. Nothing at all. whatever you think Love is , is not actually . Of course it is debatable .
We frown when words like Lust, passion and longings are spoken.
Hypocrites that we are.
Humans have made things so complicated.
Something life was never meant to be.
We have caged life in chains of so-called emotions.
When all it is to life is an uninhibited, unrestrained approach.
I long for that. The I that is really Me.
We are either spectators or exhibitionist and never ourselves. We are performer to please the rest and then we take our place in the crowd and watch others perform. An endless activity .
The dream catcher is meeting the word weaver and there is lots in store.
Spirits move around me. Silent Observers. Is there a calling ? Let them decide the path
I felt it again some days back.
A male spirit at my feet when I was fast asleep. Usual time around four in the morning. I was asleep yet conscious of its being there. It wanted me to get up and insisted to sit up. Shaking my feet gently. Normally I would have opened my eyes and looked for it but this time I could not . Eyes felt heavy, drugged. I did not want to take any journey with it this time ( this time because I had a feeling I had gone on one before) I just played tired and lethargic and in a flash of a moment I was pulled to a sitting position . As if pulled by both arms . I woke up instantly but still could not open my eyes . No feeling at all, just curiosity. I kept sitting, no movement and then rolled back to sleep. Something that usually doesn’t happen.
I feel it around at times , a caged desire ?
Spirits , they show the path themselves , they send souls to unravel the secret. I AM WAITING