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Back to the Sun

If tomorrow never came would you live this moment any differently?

If you knew your life could be irreversibly changed, be moved in many different ways – would you take the plunge towards that which could be your only salvation, to the place where you are whole and you are in control of your own destiny once more.

Murmurs in the silence of the echoes of your thoughts – there they whisper to you now.  But once again, with societies lure – we banish such thoughts for their roots are embedded in obscure dreams of reality.

What is truth?
What is normality?
Who am I – who was I – who will I become?
No one can answer those – for they have not treaded in your path.

Step for step, across planes of solitude and barren hardness, empty and despair. You have carried a burden from the sun to the moon and yet you continue to walk –

“Where to, I ask, do you carry such pain?”
You turn to me and only a wisp of a tear shows me you wish you could say.

Slowly you turn to walk away but I ask of you to stop.  I wish of you to take your burden, and bring it to me now.  Unlatch the thousand locks, now rusted together by the tears that you have shed over them.

I wish of you to look at it, stare at that which you have carried for so long – say that you have no mastery over me and that you should be gone.  Return once more back from whence you were given; return to them the gift that they have imparted onto you – for you have learned.

Acknowledged now is the hardship, the sadness and the pain. A coal has been moulded into brilliance of diamonds’ beauty, not that of shame.  Let joy wash over you, for you have persevered and been set free – but only by you wishing it to be so.

Hear the call – the plea – the sirens beacon to you now

Never again shall the time be more perfect for you to release this now. You only merely have to look and say:

“I see you.  
I thank you – for I have learned.  
And now I return you to where you came from”

Don’t wait for tomorrow – it might never come.
And tomorrow will be different, every day will be from then.
There is no burden to carry, there’s no pain to drag you down.
Only open air and wings to carry you forth back, into, the sun.

Fairy Dust

Dreams

The things made of fairy dust,

that which we thought to become but yet we never follow the yellow brick road.
We never seek out the beam of a lighthouse, beckoning to us, longing for us to come to it after we were the ones who created it and sent out the plea for help and rescue

Withered we now lie stranded on the desolate plain of existence, still clinging to the ‘knowledge’ that we have: that things have been better this way, that you had made the right decision.

Dreams are made of fairy dust,

as quickly as they come they disappear in the unbearable heat of society, in the barren land of perceived reality.  For such burdens are ours to bear. We are told so – so who are we to argue?  For many before us have treaded the path now weathered and dry, for this is our journey to travel too – your inherited destiny.

Dreams are made of fairy dust,

it sprinkles in your eyes and shows you illusions of places that could never be.  It breaks the mould of your real life and lets you live in a place that is unfathomable and unreachable.

For dreams are made of fairy dust,

and that is where they stay.

They shall haunt us in the blinks of our life,
in the silent echoes of our heart beats,
whispers in the chill of the night for none to hear
Yet they chill us to the bone
For the shiver that you feel is that of regret

THE KNOWING

That if you had only decided to fly, take upon you the challenge of stepping away, to the land of a dream – to that which you could do beyond your current understanding of a life

Of having broken the mould, of not doing that which you were ‘meant’ to do.  By following your own path, not by walking it but by soaring high above the clouds.  There are no weights to hold you down; there are no restraints or obstacles.  There is only freedom limited by your own lack of belief and trust.

The beauty. The majesty. Unexplainable joy that cannot be described,

it can only be felt.

So this I beg you my fellow kin – listen!
Dreams are not made of fairy dust –
and this is not your life to live if you are not the master thereof.
Throw down the shackles you have placed upon yourself and remember what it is to dream, to fly, to not know what tomorrow may bring but be exhilarated by the thought of it.

Float above the starry sky and dip your toe in the deep blue hued pool of unceasing happiness, for as deep as the waters go so does your joy.

Never fear for it is not your place to – the embers of a thousand lights shall guide you to your destiny, a thousand paths to take…
you need only choose
That which is made of fairy dust shall bring you to your home

You have arrived

You’ll know it once you’re there
When you’ve reach a stage in your life that you can look back and understand
Reminisce on moments of joy: laughter and fun
Contemplate on the reasons for the tears and pain
Fully grasp the purpose of every moment that has led up to the one you are in now
For you have arrived – on a new plateau

A stage of your life that you can fully understand where you have come from
To look back, see the challenges, obstacles and many fears you have faced – and conquered
How it has shaped you into what you are now – how much the better you have become

The road is far from over, as yet there are many more challenges to come – but now, in this moment – there are none
Embrace it, remember it – for the next stage might take a long time to come
But it shall be so much more sweeter than this one, that’s what keeps us going
So gather yourself, and set your sights
You thought that was good, the best is yet to come…

Waiting

I stayed up all night, waiting for the dawn to come. To have the new light shine upon me and welcome me with its warmth and kindness
As its lips touched my skin, and it started to smile, in colors beyond the scope of the imagination – I was beholding the wonder of the world and the gifts kept therein.

Soft whispers, and echoes of yesteryears and those yet to come. Remembering a land where there are no borders, where all are free with no constraints placed upon them. Where all is simple, and complicated and none. Take me away, back to such a time, where love is once more true, where we walk among each other with no discord, malice or confusion. Where in the silent echo of a moment intrinsical beauty can be found – and maintained.

I stayed up all night, waiting for the dawn – I bid you welcome to our world – may you have safe passage through.
Guide your light to those who need it, illuminate them once more and fill them with the remembrance of the world we once treaded upon, it is time that we return to such place and time.

When Great Trees Fall

One of the most beautiful and striking poems I have ever come across, enjoy!

 

When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.