just a small passage written so very long ago. Memory lane for me in grand and when I see what my mind was filled with it is no wonder my life has turned out this way. I scream of fire and pain and of hurt and loss from a place of someone who knows all too well I am afraid...
There is none closer for me to crave. Books are my friends and teachers. The sky is my father and the ground my mother. I'd give up a million tears to bathe in, for naught the violence that upholds. Today is my birth day. And tomorrow too. I was born and reborn with each dawn's light and I shall die a trillion deaths by the very same sunsets. Walking through familiar meadows and breathing in the cold airy kisses chills my lungs and bones. A fire keeps me warm welling up from within my very own pit and washing over me like baby memories. Life is passion and poetry, pain and health, sickness and cures, black and white. It burns by the light of stars and cools on the shade of trees. I like to climb these trees, to the top, to smile brightly at my tall, vast father. I feel so strong as I climb, almost as if I want to climb everything I see. But that want is not mine. My needs are always changing. I burst forth every dawn from my cocoon to evolve and so too do my wants, my needs. Today is half over so I mourn ahead my own death bearing down on me like a wild stallion. I shall feast today. Celebrations all around. Drink and dine for by our closest star's setting it will be time for me to give kisses goodbye. Tomorrow I am no more. Like the phoenix rising from its own ashes, I too shall rise anew, different, enlightened creature to a whole new universe. It is waiting for me.
8nov2007
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
1 comment:
Awesome description of the duality of existance, The Yin-Yang of the Universe. Very empathic description of the joy-pain of continual rebirth; existance in the moment, no past, no future only the present moment.
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