Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Saturday, January 06, 2007
The Mystery of Life
I thought I found a place where I could run away, the ultimate for the mind and soul to escape,the further into the journey, the more distant you stood. Like a child in circles I was trapped in the woods. The thicket awfully heavy with brier bush all around, but with winters clothes, I kept closer to the ground. A few thorns made their way into the surface of my skin, just enough to remind me I wasn’t sleeping in.
Finally a top the mountain, where the land levels off , I tried to distant the memories, not to give them any thought. The sky draped like a canopy, repelled the saddening of the heart, sealing in the sounds of a song bird, the melody of the Lark.
Covering so much territory and still no where to go, the moments filled with mystery had finally let me go. Leaves of Oak that had dried and fallen on the ground, created a bed , inviting to lay the soul on down. For a few moments I curled like a baby in its worldly womb, secure without the darkness that most certainly can loom. Moments rushed to hours and I questioned where I stood,I was lost in my mind and still very little understood.
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A treasure box opened, a glimpse of the inside,
an unwelcome visitor viewed the gifts of heart
and mind.
I saw the words of yesterday, folded and set aside,
an invasion into my thoughts and moments of
shared time.
The chill shook me like a stampede of rhino’s
running free, the pounding of my heart felt
the pressure from the weight of the deepest,
darkest sea.
The intrusion head on into the path of respect,
colliding with destruction, left nothing but a mess.
Weakened is the foundation that from
the start was poorly set, the first blocks
of life need love to be there best.
The structure that tumbles to the ground,
lacked the adhesive of trust to keep it firmly
bound.
Saddened am I for only one chance we
will ever get, to walk the earth in happiness,
without the worry of a threat.
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