In the lingering midst of the deep night of your sultry never-ending dreams…
In the haunting midst of the deep & unspoken dreams of those dreams that you long to dream…
In the oppressing midst of the deep end of this cosmic turmoil of confusion, of commotion…
An Unknown Presence will invade every inch of your beating hidden chest!
Waking yo
In the lingering midst of the deep night of your sultry never-ending dreams…
In the haunting midst of the deep & unspoken dreams of those dreams that you long to dream…
In the oppressing midst of the deep end of this cosmic turmoil of confusion, of commotion…
An Unknown Presence will invade every inch of your beating hidden chest!
Waking you up in the midst of the deep unyielding night!
As you grab your chest with your trembling wondering mind!
No, you are not lost nor deeply insane!
The Night still high as the skies framed the Kosmos with endless blurry yet revealing stars…
You feel this dragging presence flooding your once deceiving tremulous senses:
Not being able to grasp its meaning, its presence…
You know there is no escaping to this Unknown Presence…
You are terrified of your seemingly normal daily life:
You don’t dare to speak up –even in the Presence of this Unknown…
When the World has closed its tiresome eyelids and has fallen in the deepest of dreams...
The Silent Voice of this Unknown Presence keeps beating in your head with no mercy, no sense!
You know there is no escaping from One’s self!
You step out –in the midst of the sultry night- to the balcony of your dreams and doubts
You keep questioning and assailing your drowning doubts:
“Would I dare to reveal to the World the deepest of dreams that I dare to dream?”
“Would I dare to step out to the balcony of my fantasies & call out your uplifting unspoken name?”
“How is it that I cannot escape this Unknown presence of dreams & faith?”
As you finally make it to the Balcony of Blurred Stars and Endless Constellations
Feel the Unknown Presence that keeps calling you, gently pulling you in… gently embracing you!
Don’t dare to continue deceiving yourself: You know this Presence’s Name. This Presence’s face!
As the Night fills with infinite stars in the canvas of your mind… and of your heart…
Feel my Unknown Presence coming in… stepping in… in the balcony of thee!
The world is in disarray –yet you don’t dream to step away!
The world does not dare to hear the dreams of your dreams that you have kept to yourself!
The bright night descends upon your tiresome senses: it is hard to stop pretending… day after day!
Feel my Unknown Presence and try to utter my Name: I am in the One that dwells deep within
Feel my Gentle Hand grab you by the seams of your soul & self!
Time to let go of the fears you hold in vain!
As you impatiently long for my Unknown Presence: you know I am from this Earth!
Watching you coyly from the corner of the streets of your desires & lingering dreams!
Waiting patiently to hear you say: “Come for once into my life” While shouting out my real name
I am the One that dares to live the dreams that you keep inside your head
I am the One that lives to dare! Here & there!
Step outside into the balcony of your true self… Unveiled your true face & speak name!
I am the Great Unknown that you’ve known all along!
Far from thee?
Allow me to descend gently
This evening upon the meadows
Of your dried up soil
Allow me to pour lingering oils
This evening upon the valleys
Of your withered eyes
Hear the ruffle of my multicolor
Flickering wings as they descend
Upon your tiresome shoulders
You have long endured
You have long witnessed
You have long lived
The current tide of the in
Allow me to descend gently
This evening upon the meadows
Of your dried up soil
Allow me to pour lingering oils
This evening upon the valleys
Of your withered eyes
Hear the ruffle of my multicolor
Flickering wings as they descend
Upon your tiresome shoulders
You have long endured
You have long witnessed
You have long lived
The current tide of the inexplicable events of this exhausted world
A world created by you and your peers
A world filled with wonder and horror
A world filled with hope and despair
Allow me to descend upon
Your tiresome limbs
You have walked long
The winding roads of human-made deception and trickery
Facing deception every step of the way
All the while I have wondered:
Have you ever felt my presence
Gently descending upon your tiresome senses?
Have you ever seen my brilliant eyes looking back into yours
In the middle of the darkest of nights?
Have you wondered where have I been all this time? And even who am I?
Allow me to gently descend upon your exhausted hurting soul...
Feel the fluttering of my healing wings cover your worn out hopes and dreams of a better present...
Allow me to descend gently upon your lingering words.
I hear them all. Quietly. Wisely
While descending gently upon your soul...
It was the Darkest of Night –in the midst of a spring that would never seem to arrive...
It was windy –in the midst of windy windows rattling it with silent anguish
The drowning incessant rain was drenching your rattled dried up heart
The seemingly defeated Sun would be escorted from the gray skies –in the midst of days within days
Can you
It was the Darkest of Night –in the midst of a spring that would never seem to arrive...
It was windy –in the midst of windy windows rattling it with silent anguish
The drowning incessant rain was drenching your rattled dried up heart
The seemingly defeated Sun would be escorted from the gray skies –in the midst of days within days
Can you hear the persistent yet alluring silence between walls? Between souls?
The days dressed up with monthly garments, and sometimes-yearlong attires
Can you hear the relentless yet deafening silence between hours? Between hearts?
It was the beginning of the Darkest of Night –as the Master of Chaos claim life after life
You think you’ve seen it all? The Bright Shadow of Chaos has just started its efficient work!
And as the rain will eventually surrender to the sunny days of an anticipated Spring
And as your mind will eventually surrender to the drowning tears
It will be the Brightest of Days –in the midst of a spring that will finally get there!
And never the Blinding Light of the Sun would seem so far, so remote!
Can you feel the ruling warm breeze between hands? Between souls?
As the Master of Chaos makes its way through this terrified cornered world…
What would it take to break away from that habit of living in fear?
What would it take to dare to live the remaining days of your longing days?
And as the rocky stormy weather wages a silent war over the horizon of the blue ocean of your life...
And as the time keeps track of each fallen soul! You may wonder when would it be my time to soar?
You may wonder time & again: what would it take for me to dare to speak out & finally be myself?
You may even wonder: where could I be hiding from all this mess?
It will be the Sweetest of Evenings –in the midst of a spring that has finally made it on time
The welcoming warming rays of a distant indifferent Sun will splash your tangible being with a song
And your errant soul will cease its silent journey: you're at home!
And with a trembling smile your once lost blue ocean that dwells in your lonesome eyes...
Will look at me –at last!
Will welcome me –at last!
It will be the most secret of Nights –in the midst of a spring that we both pray to arrive!
Your trembling soul will step into the threshold of my Home…!
And as the warming touch of my bright wings will cover your weary soul
And as the uplifting yet exhilarating strength of my affection quenches the thirst of your tiresome heart
The Master of Chaos won’t have power over your fears nor over our lives!
It will be the Darkest of Dawn –in the midst of a spring that no one thought it would arrive
It will be windy, rainy, defeating, relentless, deafening, and chaotic!
No one will be spared –No one will be there but the Secret that lives in the union of our souls & hands
As the Windy Wings of My Undying Bright Affection –of this World & the ones Beyond...
Will soothe you. Will comfort you. Will hold you as you finally dare to come to my doorstep!
Come home! Come to me, I am asking you please...
I’ll be there –holding your kind hand in the midst of a spring that will seal the Secret Union of our beings wrapped in a love that will outlive this world & the ones beyond!
I am standing at a secret corner of this infinite world
With my trembling hands covering my coy face
You see...
I've always tried to stay away from the blinding lights of tinsel and gold that this infinite world seems to find endless pleasure & delight!
I've always tried to dress myself up with a long dark impenetrable cloak of whisp
I am standing at a secret corner of this infinite world
With my trembling hands covering my coy face
You see...
I've always tried to stay away from the blinding lights of tinsel and gold that this infinite world seems to find endless pleasure & delight!
I've always tried to dress myself up with a long dark impenetrable cloak of whisper & silence... Quietly...Hoping... actually, praying
That the piercing inquisitive eyes of this ever deceiving world
Would never notice my silent yet determined existence
Is it better to speak or die?
Long endless hours has transfixed this inexplicable cruel wait
Through and through...
Like the never ending intricate web of long held wishes that have seized -against my lingering will- the throne of my untold affections!
Is it better to speak or die?
Through the tiny window that frames the moisten recesses of my fast-paced weakling heart
I can see a gentle selfless light descending upon my athirst desperate senses
How have my impoverished heart long for its liberation!
How have my feverish mind long for its redemption!
Yet upon sensing this welcoming warm light descending upon me
I tremble wrapped in fear!
I tremble filled with hope!
Is it better to speak or die?
In the unveiled bright seas of the inner constellation that makes me who I am truly...
I've never dared to tell another soul
What beats passionately in the bottomless well of encouraging hopes & desires...
Yet you came along unassumingly
With your unsung song
With your discreet smile
See what you've done...?
Gliding through the cracks of my tiny window of my fast-paced weakling heart
I've failed to keep all of these emotions away from the crumbling walls of my old self
So I look up to the purposely deserted starry nights
Running out of breath
Running out of fear
Where does one run to?
How does one surrender?
As my weakling knees
Brought me down to this new reality:
Never felt so nervous
Never felt so defeated
Never felt so deprived
Yet never felt so alive!
Is it better to speak or die?
Never had the courage
Never had the strength
Never had the confidence
To release your name...
From the once well guarded prison that dwells deep within
Is it better to speak or die?
I run far from thee
Cloaked in trepidation & secret adoration
Weakened by the Light of your silent presence
As I send my prayers to the Heavens above, releasing them to the Gods of the Unknown!
For they contain the thunderous answer to the one question that keeps roaming through my soul...
Is it better to speak or die?
I suddenly cease running
And as I gently & quietly turn around
My quivering lips are released from their self-imposed silence
And as the winds of Life
Carry my unexpected answer to thee!
Is it better to speak or die?
Now you know whether I've spoken or whether I've died...
As the Sun climbs the Heavens above, I found myself lost in the maze of an ancient proud city that the canals embrace close to its heart. I painfully roam the seemingly endless narrow streets of this town. I breathe the air that you also breathe even though we are apart...
My blinded sight of your presence drives to a new place in time.
As the Sun climbs the Heavens above, I found myself lost in the maze of an ancient proud city that the canals embrace close to its heart. I painfully roam the seemingly endless narrow streets of this town. I breathe the air that you also breathe even though we are apart...
My blinded sight of your presence drives to a new place in time. I know that history drips from the golden ceiling of the golden temple as the gallery of its figures speak to the faceless crowd again and again.
I felt your unpresent presence contained within your name. You see, I am travelling farther that I could possibly realize. I now know that I do not belong to a place... but rather to a time that is no far from here. I found myself lost in this endless maze of streets... I breathe your presence as I surprisingly find myself detaching from you.
My gentle touch vanishes all the bridges that once led to your heart....
My gentle touch vanishes the memories that I once had...
My gentle touch vanishes the affection I once had... I sail the meek waters amid the canals... leaving you behind... setting myself free at last... setting you free at last... even though we shall always be One...
Plunging you into the chaotic wisdom of life...
I am not leaving any traces of my journey through life...
As the Sun climbs the Heavens above, I become the murderer of my past, the undertaker of myself and yet I am reborn...
I am the Life Giver of a new existence: fuller, truer, genuinely authentic... being the holder of a new bright start in a far way land... far from here... far from where you are...
It will come to you
You may hide
You may pretend that you have changed your ways
You can use a disguise
You can even try...
But no matter what
It will find you
You can tell yourself
"That is how it has always been"
"No way I'd gamble with all that I've worked for. All that I have saved."
You can tell yourself time and again
"I won't leave
It will come to you
You may hide
You may pretend that you have changed your ways
You can use a disguise
You can even try...
But no matter what
It will find you
You can tell yourself
"That is how it has always been"
"No way I'd gamble with all that I've worked for. All that I have saved."
You can tell yourself time and again
"I won't leave this existence that I've worked so hard to build"
"I can't jump from the cliff of normalcy into an unknown abyss"
No matter what, it will come to you
You can rationalize it
You can argue your way around it
You may use fancy words, Seemingly solid arguments
No matter what, it will come to you
In the midst of your ever deceiving thoughts
In the open field of your every day routine that you have labeled "life"
It will find you
It will come for you
And drag out of your hiding place
It will tear you apart
It will leave you desperate
It will make you weak
It will make you doubt
It will make you finally come to life!
It will come to you
Just like a terrifying liberating storm
With raging seducing blinding lighting
In the darkest yet brightest of your nights
And it will find you
Once you have let your guard down
Once you have dropped your sword on the floor
Along with your worn out shield
And rusty armor
No more battles to wage
No more lands to claim
You can be the most honorable constant of Knights...
But all your oaths made
All your past deeds
All your sense of "right" or "wrong"
All your present thoughts
Will be swept away!
Now you stand defenseless
Before my presence
Yet deep down inside you'll never feel forsaken!
Yet you may wonder:
"Who am I? What am I...?"
And once all has been said and done
Once all transactions have ended
All riches split
All wounds healed
All silent cries ended
You'll call out its Name!
Begging to be saved
Begging to be sheltered
Begging to finally be yourself!
And that is when...
You'll find me at your feet
Reaching out my unconditional hand...
To grasp you
To lift you up
Wrap you around my scintillating wings!
Taking you to an unknown land
That has been waiting for you
To come to me
To finally come to your true home
For I AM your home
And you are mine
Deep within the endless constellations of this vast Universe
I say it again:
It will find you
For I will find you
No matter what!
Look inside. Read these lines again.
For this veiled message means more than it may initially seem to convey...
I will find you. I am on my way...!
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