Journey to the Absence ( reversed to) Journey to the Presence.

 

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Journey to the Absence (When mind overtakes the heart)

I am at the airport, flying to my grave. My heart has been pounding in exhaustion. It has been days and days, when I dreamt that my family will come from all sides of the country, to sit once more and laugh and tell stories under the palm kennel tree. I must pay the price, I must be brave, I don't want any more of this nightmare, I must walk this out.

But what if they say that I was the black sheep of the family? And the one whom everyone despised? And I am the most dysfunctional of them all?

But I have packed all my bags, and have left my house, I am at the airport going to a town with colors. I am now standing at the door of my heart.

Then suddenly it hit me. My mind and my heart are now in conflict. To go or not to go? I need an answer.

Oh dear, the coming tomorrow is now fleeting. I am no longer going forward. The town with colors had suddenly disappeared off my mind, the children's laughter has turned to tears.

I gathered my bags hurriedly, leaving the airport and heading back to my house, to my own place of familiarity; back to my cave.

My head has finally done it again. It has brought me back to this place. Back into my own four walls, back into my own little world.

 Journey to the Presence. (When heart overtakes the mind)

 In my own little world, beyond the four walls, my heart has finally brought me to this place again, out from my cave, to my own place of adventure, heading to the airport, as I hurriedly gathered my bags.

The children's tears have turned to laughter. The town with the colors had suddenly appeared.  I am no longer going backwards. Oh my, The future is so bright.

I need an answer, should I stay or should I go? Then suddenly it hit me. My mind and my heart are now in conflict. I am standing at the door of my heart. I am leaving my house to the airport, going to a town with colors.

I have all my bags packed and have left the house. Who cares if I was the most dysfunctional of them all? If I was the one whom everyone despised? Who cares if I was the black sheep of the family?

 I must walk this out. I don't want any more dreams, I must be brave, I must pay the price. I dreamt that my family will come from all sides of the country, and sit once more and laugh and tell stories under the palm kennel tree. It has been days and days, and my heart has been pounding in excitement. Finally at the airport, flying to my destiny.

A Bird with Clipped Wings

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Birds don't fly with clipped wings
But here you are; flirtatious beyond boundaries. Now gazing at the limitless sky. 

Take courage, you've cried enough. Wipe away the tears. Now is the time to take the mantle.

In stale air, in every weakness, in every breathless state; all brought out the beauty within you.

Leave the rubbles behind, freedom awaits you. Howbeit that the effulgent sky now seeks after you. Once absent, now it esteems you. 

Stretch out those wings, fly my birdie! Fly above the storm. For nature never meant for you to fly. But you overcame all obstacles and laughed at the hailstorm. 

The irony was to keep you bound and lifeless; to keep you submerged and forgotten. Now you can almost see the horizon. The colorful picturesque landscape; all coming into fruition at last.

My, my, my! What a beauty! So Illuminating; such a captivating beacon of hope! Who would've taught the clipped bird could fly? 

See how she sores through the storm. So, love every moment. The sky is calling your name now.

The collapse of the cultural bridge.

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What is humanity becoming?

I will let the youths tell me.

Maybe they have more insight,

Or perhaps I am becoming like an old song, Sang on fool's day.

Black as night, trapped in the world of inanition.

I am suffocated by the illusion of the present culture. Now falling down by the wayside.

I see myself splitting hairs with the norm.

My conception now fading.

I come with open arms, in need of some insight. Gold for ingenuity! Silver for a vision! A diamond for some awareness!

Aha! Adventure! I love adventures!

Take me on a journey, to a place where the raconteur has a message with assimilation.

 I will incline my ear to understand.

A call for sanity, in a quiet place,

On such a wonderful, bright cool morning. No stress of the day. And as the words were promulgated, then came fireworks. Like a  crackling sound in the ear, all but words with no meaning.

Woe-begone! Could I not hear them speak?

Now feeling trapped again in a stalemate. A relationship falling apart; the bridge collapsing.

I stood as I was before, asking for more questions.

What is humanity becoming?

I will let the youths tell me.

Maybe they have more insight,

Or perhaps I am becoming like an old song, Sang on fool's day

Walk with God

Wisdom of God

Waiting on God