Thursday, December 17, 2015

The Judged and The Unfettered

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  I left behind the city lights, the tarnished gold that filled my pockets, to follow the highway with the broken veins of those who lost their soul in the place they thought they’d find it.
  The silver ribbon of light from the moon leads me to where the waves meet the forest and I feel the need to shed my cloak, my clothes, my kin, and I follow the intoxicating scent of the moonflower to a blazing bonfire, where free spirits cavort with instinctual glee to the sounds the dark night emits.
  I watch in fascination, hypnotized and bewitched by the energy bounding off them in ever-increasing circles to reach the edge of light, further, reaching for all the lost shadows and urging them forward into the clearing.
  As I enter the sphere of light, a wave sweeps through my consciousness, ripple after ripple rolls over me, a million fingers touching every surface, every crevice, exploring, tasting, testing, gauging…
  and I follow the call, spiral into faultless silence to be erased, extinguished, down to my essence, and with only impulse and inclination, I can rise unhindered and unjudged in the shape of who I am.
  Now I can release my energy, let it flow back into the dark forest, over the highway with the broken veins, to cross the path of another lost shadow, point them to the silver ribbon of light from the moon.


  1. very contemplative type writing and creative BW shot ~

    Wishing you the magic and love of the season
    artmusedog and carol

  2. You be trippin'. Quite literally, it would seem!

  3. Oh my goodness...what a picture you paint with words Ms. V. You dazzle the inner souls of the bloggers' minds and take us all on a journey that we can only dream of...or maybe not. Altho, truth be told, I could use a wave like that. High tide and the surf of conscientiousness I could explore!!!!

  4. Oh hell yes Shadow, now that was trip that stripped me naked and gave me warmth. Thank you.

  5. You can be true to yourself. Very fluid and colorful!

  6. Das veias quebradas narrativa por demais inspirada.
    Cadinho RoCo

  7. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay that bar in the pikcher luks like a playse ware saya and i wood both fit in!!! wich of us is wich is left as an eksersize for the reeder!!! ha ha ok bye