WORDS UNKNOWN Waking up feeling so dense so heavy so loaded and holding such an intense feeling of wonder, long and a deep rooted unshaken emotion unknown, unknown and yet so familiar so present and so content in you, a day like this can do nothing but cultivate something deeper and greater than yourself………..I have been dedicating my Sundays to Self for a while now and today self is looking……..she is the eyes she is seeking, the ears she hopes listens and the mouth that never speaks……the route is very clear and vivid yet unknown though its been travelled still unknown although clear and yet unknown…it is not a route to be known but a route to be travelled it is in the travelling that the route is born….although well travelled and very clear and vivid the route still needs to be born because its in the birth of the route that a destiny can reveal itself…….The greater part of this route is the soil caressing your feet, the wind penetrating your hair, the music of the trees and the valleys, and the song sung by the birds while the soul dances to a tune so unknown and yet so yes, so resonating and creating a presence that only comes from a place known. It is in the unknown that the known manifests, the sleeping will only awaken in the unknown the purity of the unknown, the clear vision known, the heartbeat in your chest and the thickness you feel in your bosom that is unknown and yet so present so still so calm so seeking to be known and so seeking the birth. My state of mind 18/01/2012
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 06:19:37 +0000