The world just shut me out of existence. It's like I'm there but not there. The shocking effects of nature in motion - when I become deaf and dumb but sound and well. That time I am snatched from this life into another realm of life, but bound in my fleshly garment. That experience of separation, between body and soul. It's not sleep, my eyes are wide open - it can't be sleep. I know there is breath and blood pumping within my veins so its not death either. That silence picked up in the noise. The peace in the burning flames of fire waving in a darkness so thick and consuming. A blockade to the sands sliding down the hour glass. The pause in life. A stand still you have control of, but just won't be bothered to exert pressure on - to alter it. It's a release - refreshing, the-fly-away moment when you are seated in hot soup but not being cooked. A withdrawal from the exploitation within the artificial nature created by mankind. On a wild route within the plains of existence - the strength to go further is rooted within these so called soul-searching moments, self-discovering times. A massage of soft fingers running through the stubborn hairs of my head will untie and loosen the African kinky hairs of my head - which have tangled my mind on a spot check. It happens, to be withdrawn from the land of the living when you are still living. It's those good times when the wind blows in your face on a very hot day. It's not what life brings to me - but what I avail to life is what matters. Things don't happen to me I happen to things - so allow yourself to daydream but wake up early enough to achieve those dreams in your day.
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