Let the words cascade
Quenching the thirst of our being
The soul is then left
With a void, barriers fleeing
All that remains is silence
To feel existence in this realm
Our souls naked
Our lives free of crack or seam
Like the black waters
And the night sky
No horizons, just a vast expanse of darkness
Spotted with starlight and glowing specks that fly.
Life is a melange of moments. Some get imprinted as memories... most drift away in the sands of time... Some of those that were lost could have helped us grow and others that could have helped us smile. This is my attempt to capture these quivering voices before they drown in the gushing rivers of our experiences.
Being me.
- M. James
- Geneva, Switzerland
- "Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision." - Ayn Rand
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2 comments:
words can touch the very depths of the soul......
and silence helps.....
ive read somewhere that lonliness is a prelude to boredom and then when boredom shakes the hell out of u ..... inspiration sets in..... so lonliness/ being alone.. is so condusive to creativity!!!
When silence spoke.
He was loud enuf 2 wake me up
Not jus from dreams
But from reality too
When silence cried
He was joyful enuf 2 envelop me along
And wen he kept silent.
He was kind enuf 2 keep me quiet too
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