Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Dancing, 27 June 2009.

  1. Dancing

    Dancing Well-Known Member

    some see an ugly world with blackened souls inhabiting it
    some exhale a long slow rasping breath of bile

    but I know
    that while my eyes may observe ugliness and lost creatures
    my own soul recognises the purity of all and that the ugliness
    observed by others and by my own eyes is nothing
    but a thick layer of tarnish that blocks their light

    i do not dwell on the negative for
    i listen to my soul and i know my truth

    through the inner crescendo of thoughts from the corpreal
    attempting to smother my truth
    attempting to have me believe my truth is shifting
    I know

    the world is beautiful unless you cannot see
    through the residue blackening your vision
    the strata of fear; bitterness, hate, anger, judgement, ego
    the blackness of the layers that prevent your soul lighting the way for others
    that prevent you from seeing the dim flickering light of those that need your light to see

    unless you can hear the music through the
    clatter of distraction
    the extent of the beauty of your own soul's music will not be heard by you
    or by others

    but my soul knows yours is trying to emerge
    with the vital determined strength and gentleness of the smallest finest flower
    and when my mind is quiet and listening
    it knows there is but one truth

    any thoughts of there being ownership of truth
    comes merely from the remaining encrusted stubborn remnants

    but with trust, silence and an open heart and mind
    those layers crumble away at an ever quickening pace

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