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Spilling into the Emptiness
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Spilling into the Emptiness |
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Diana B Member
since 2000-03-10
Posts 97 |
How far away the world seems in the loneliness of silence. In the emptiness of the hours that travel slowly towards the dawn i feel my soul dying to a poverty of spirit, surrendered to the pain of isolation often seeming greater than the mind can bear and haunted by the constancy of always living embraced by endless darkness. This world is not a place for me and has never been nor will it ever be. The images that i see and speak of as i write are never understood no matter what the words for no one ever sees even shadows of their meaning. i live in a different world centered in my mind that gathers up perceptions dreams and images that are only seen by me. Yes i walk the dream world and carry all it's burdens. I see and sense that grief of generations and those who also live within the silence of their unspoken words. I travel on their journey hear their cries and share in all their pain and when i wake and write it down... how do you begin to explain the meaning of a dream? The days are shimmered mists fragments of perceptions travelling from the hearts of strangers to the centre of my being where i sense in their expression the colour of their journey and follow in their footsteps the path to their very core where lies the truth and fiction of their success and failures and brokenness of spirit. But by far the worst are the dreams of night where memories float free, pulsing in white darkness roaming close the narrow borders of sanity. I see the frailties of human weakness cruelty visited on the innocent, and those abandoned, deserted, broken by twisted selfish greed. i feel pain and suffering and travel down the road of hungered homeless, visit shattered minds and tortured souls living on the edge just waiting for the spill into the vast emptiness of darkness. And now you know why i chose most often not to sleep and dream but spend the nights alone with music,purging my soul with words expressing all the images most will never understand. [This message has been edited by Diana B (edited 04-28-2000).] |
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amazon_lover Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 491Dublin,Ireland |
Hi Diana! I love this name as it signifies the goddess of love. I have passed through all hunger-filled people crowded in streets and I've felt what you do to some extent. I began to think whether I can rise above it all and grow, then help these needy with new insight into life rather than death. If a friend is dying we should do our best to keep him alive rather then trying to give our life along with him. Help those if you can. If it's not possible elevate yourself to that position and help them.Stay optimistic rather than sinking into sea of pessimism. Also you needn't carry all burdens of the world. Share it with someone whom you can trust. I'm sure you'll find that soon. Sincerely A_L |
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