wage of love require good deed in action before flight
Dear Reader,
I felt the urge to write today and here we are...
for some reason I feel indifferent today
sad and disappointed in my self
its all because of that dream I saw couple of day earlier (mentioned you before in earlier posts)
feeling unaligned with myself just because I didn't act graciously in the dream
instead I let my emotions rumble out of the box without the control of my mind
in one sense I felt like I have not learned my lessons well
and this made me sad and I felt bad....
reader you might tell..."its just a dream why are you overexaggerating it"
yes reader you might be right
but what if it was in the real life...
dreams are just other realms we live in
they are not any different than what we perceive as our construct reality
sweet experiences you live there add sweetness to your soul
bitter experiences you live there add bitterness to your soul
just the same...
just because dreams disappear when you wake up doesn't mean that its not real
just like
just because the real we call reality disappear when you fall a sleep doesn't mean that its not real
yes all these different realms of real
both have the essences of the real real
but they are only representations, presentations of the real, "real"
so both have some value in regard to representing the real, "real"
which we are experiencing from its shadows flickering in our mind's wall.....
reader I realized that I have built walls to protect myself
from the people I tried to help them to demolish their own walls
in one sense its tragic that I find myself in their situation
reader I have to demolish the walls I have built without noticing in my own mind ...
its been a realization after realization because of this experience
which exhausted me and made me focus my inner world more..
the domains of my subconsciousness that still holds many things to be resolved
rage of inner fear, exposed in a blight
mage of dream realms discovered a far lost sight
wage of love require good deed in action before flight
cage of mind bound to be broken by the bleed of love that shun the light
grace of ages blossomed in your stabbed heart giving you the majestic might
King H. Ironson
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