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zamolxes

Romania
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Posted - Feb 13 2021 : 7:41:31 PM

Yes, I again throw a piece of my self to you, boring as it may be

Do we cycle or do we recycle? Time, that is, the movement I have been engaged in was quite a ride for the past months. And all my attempts at contemplating it were rather peculiar.

From good to bad, or rather from negative to positive, I've passed like a river through polluting cities and through holy lands. From daunting and depressed death-lands to celestial realms. And as the yellow river coming from the depths of eternity, I've passed and rised from the purgatory just to flow through highs and lows, through the garden of eden and past the dams of society.

And as a worm, I've pushed myself out of the soil, and basking in the ethereal radiance of the sun, I've lost myself in reveries of nature. Nature that came alive in the birds lullabies, in the flowers dance of colors and in the majestic sways of the trees. And so, mesmerized and hypnotized, fell asleep in my own dark cocoon, built by longing and desire. A cocoon that ultimately cut my view of the sky, and trapped me with myself. Disorienting and graceful, the darkness mirrored internal turmoil, turmoil that burdened my shoulders with unseen weight.

And yet such yoke, became a joke. For the seeds of Heaven lit up in the confines of my soul as stars in the night sky. And with the momentum of previous lifetimes of devotion, sprouted to become that which longed for. And as a lake that rised above the earth, I went on, flowing wherever the lands intend, with the ocean in my heart. And so, the cocoon broke, and the freedom the blue sky radiated came again into view. The golden glow of the sun, that so much resonated into my heart, came to make its rest on my gracious wings. Wings, built by heartfelt despair, such as carbon burned and compressed turns into diamonds, so my naivety refined itself into tender wisdom.

Fighting the darkness, I had turned into it, not realizing the same darkness I so much repulsed was light in disguise. And as death becomes life's true embrace, so did the darkness lit up in my loving embrace, an embrace born in surrender.

Light and free, as Atlas I carry my inner world in the journey, filled with gardens handpicked from the Universe. And this world, evolved from wars and treatises, rised from plagues and disaster, turned civilized from ignorant and on the vast patches of greenery and sharp peaks of snow, lay around the scoundrels and the virtuous, the good and the evil, the fools and the wise. And as their forefather, I lovingly carry them forward, through outer storms and through inner earthquakes I shield them both in my conscious embrace. For they both, are me and I too find myself in them.

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