September 12, 2014
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A distant memory
A fog from long ago
A wholeness
A knowledge
An angel of music
Infinite wisdom
Understanding that I can no longer grasp
But the memory remains
In every note I breathe
The longing to return to that collective consciousness
A vision between sleeping and waking
Building up in my finite form
Without the scope to fully comprehend
Or express
But from all my imperfect attempts to reach this beauty
Comes the music of my soul
And that is enough
Comments (4)
Wonderfully written... and sometimes that is enough indeed. peace
@peacenow: Thank you. I have been working on writing about stuff that isnt all dark and sad, to keep writing even when happy.
You touch on my heart and in my head with this. I can feel its depth all around me... so amazing when someone writes your thoughts though you have never met in this life.
@Blue_Moon1: "Strumming my pain"? It just goes back to the idea that we all are actually connected, even if everyone isnt in touch with the connection to the collective consciousness.