SNIPPETS OF MY VERSATILE MIND six...

That abrupt rush of blood to my head made me stiff and weak at once. How did I end up here - what kind of maneuvers got me here? I thought I was on track. I thought I knew where I was. What a blinding darkness, blended and mixed with a thick choking layer of ultimate fear. It's not fear, but the sheer absence of relevant knowledge. I had my eyes stuck on the mark. Blinkers. Yes blinkers, but I thought I passed the rightful spot. Did I? Okay, what really happened here. Rewinding a tape in a broken player will not work. The ribbon got chewed - I realized it. I had my focus stressed on the wrong footsteps. Footsteps of the blind. Land markings of large footed men on a muddy road to nowhere, footsteps. That's what I expressed my heart on with true diligence and faithfulness. That ruthless, remorseless fact of nature - you harvest after the kind of your seed. I let the ultimate slip through my fingers struggling to reach out for the immediate. That cinema view of success got starved because my eyeballs got jammed on the seats right in front. That captivating, enslaving, worthless scene you visually hold onto for years only to interrogate yourself for years why you were looking there - description of stagnancy. Splash open your mind and examine who you are following, where you are standing. Have a vision - build castles and live in the now focusing on the future. I'm glad this is a trip within my versatile mind, I am focused on the mark. Are you? 

DAWN OF THE NEW DAY...Mukundi Eli

That excruciating pain. That seems to be the last panting for real breath. Deeming, respiratory system is as though failing slowly and at a rate in-sync with the new dawn. The eardrum popping scream awakens me to realism. Oh it awakened me - its a past that seems to be new every second it hits my cerebral and a nervous twitch to my emotional system. I witnessed it. Yes I did. I can't put together what I felt - but there was a definite numbness in my emotional response. The call to push struck me hard and I'm thinking is this how I showed up? Is this what I did? Do I even remember what I did? Okay, back to the true bits of action. Five people in one room, five grown ups oh six actually. We where six and five of us where looking down as though cheering but so emotionally driven to see the end result of it all. The awe that dominated our attention influenced the environment to be joy-lit, with uncertainty of what really would take place. Hours, minutes, seconds kept ticking - it was as though the clock was running out . The immense tension on the built of God got us hooked. There were no seats so we were hooked in mid-air suspense, chained with the urging desire for the sun to swallow the darkness. Finally, she began to push. Oh my wife. I glued my eye-lashes onto my eyebrows - never to blink. But that resisting, natural reflex motion of the body to look aside pinned me tight. I was unwillingly swayed to look elsewhere and run un-imaginable images on my mind. When, just when I decided to look up I saw him - swooshing he came. I have been selected, hand-picked from the boys to be a man. Welcome to the World of mere thoughts clothed in materialistic substance. Welcome my Son, it surely is a new day..... 

SNIPPETS OF MY VERSATILE MIND five...

It remains there no matter how you drag it with you. That un-alterable moment of activities that you lived before when they were the present. The decaying truth that you fight to keep fresh in your mind. As you re-picture it, re-smell it, revisit it by freezing today's life to melt a frozen life you left outside when you entered into the new dimension of your evolution as a being. It's not possible. It's a draw back. If it doesn't inspire you to pressurize the gas paddle towards destiny then flush it. I know it's that one clinging thought overdressed with excitement of having done it. But, look - its beyond your reach now. You have reaped your flesh, stripped off the now trying to tap into a time that has left. I know the feeling - that moment we all lose it - winding the clock backwards with the desire to un-wind the pattern of events that have landed you on the sofa losing sleep. It's 3am and you still plotting on how you should have done it four years back - it's not bad to re-think for re-firing. But, if you are digging a grave to bury yourself in thoughts of how you messed up then you are now the mess. Cleanse yourself from the blaming thoughts of where you are. Burn those old pages of your life - you have today to live and make a greater history of tomorrow.