Connected

Have you ever felt disembodied..as if you’ve lost a sense of yourself? Like your waiting for the real you to come floating back…but it seems to be never coming..lost in a sort of abyss??..I have and it isn’t fun..So i guess I felt like writing a little poem about the coming to stages, as we all at some stage manage to dig ourselves out from under these gloomy periods which I imagine happen to most at one time or another.

 

It is kinda of like stupid o’clock right now so, so please forgive any mistakes made, I’m sure they will be worked out when I’m more lucid. :))

 

TCx

 

Connected

 

More liberated than I’ve ever been 

Connected more now its a beautiful thing
To self, earthy-er like the ether intended
Better equipped to see full truths
Strengthened by leaving certain ties behind.
Two strand twists one tightly wound the other slack
Billowing are the strands of realisation.
Moving forward is its own prestigious reward
Gone is the sinking quilt of despair, desperation, solitude
The drowning in fortress in an endless ocean
Surfaced is the belief that progress is made
Healthier a transition, a period, while mute toxins do fade.
Malachites reflextion has karma unfold
Days to come blooming, adventures fourfold.

07/05/12
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