1 door away from heaven: June 2019

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Let’s get hypnotised and fly over mountains and through the skies,

light as a breeze, warm as the rays of the sun,

drift with the spirits and angels,

talk to the devil, pull him by the tail and dismiss his lies with a laugh,

keep on flying until we can fly no more,

rest on a cloud and fall

fall

in love…..

The warm wind is blowing on the eve of the storm,

building and growing, swelling and rising in the distance, nearing,

but I do not care for the promised tempest,

I do not care for safeguards and security,

I must run through the still calm waves,

splashing, laughing gleefully, exuberant,

feel the fingers of the warm breeze

run along my legs and arms, through my hair,

have the sun touch my wanting skin,

feast my eyes on the golden sands stretched out before me,

I plunge headlong into dizzying pleasure.

……not even the storm is promised to me

and it will come whether I hide or not,

so for now, for now I will play….

It’s been so long, I have trouble seeing the intent that drove me,

cannot quite distinguish between impulsion and authenticity anymore,

has routine marred the shine and allure that once burned so brightly,

has it blinded me to the attractions and fairgrounds I passed along the way,

detracted me from obscured pathways accessible to me

and closed the door to like-minded beings?

Has this habit been ingrained by a living need towards a mutual purpose,

or is it driven by the shadows that ravage my soul night after night,

deepening its possession, deepening its domination,

accelerating the disintegration of a self-destructive being…

The shadows that dwell deep

in the hidden crevices of the psyche,

deliver purviews of a portent

guaranteed to shake the very foundation of your self,

shattering pretence and reality

to reconstruct a semblance of sanity,

for you to build on anew,

once the smoke of destruction has cleared.