subject: WHAT I SEE THROUGH THE EYES OF MY MIND [print this page] WHAT I SEE THROUGH THE EYES OF MY MIND WHAT I SEE THROUGH THE EYES OF MY MIND
In the depth of solitude, i dwell in the bossom of some un-usual attitude, the spirit of divinity transport me into the well of infinity..... My mind takes a walk , while my soul drift apart from my body... The very essence of being has been lost, lost but not forever, my mouth shout but no voice or sound to show for the effort, every thing around me as being covered by a cloud of a mysterious obscurity... Gradually my soul begins to ascend into another world, a world that lives not under the influence of the carnal, but under the power of a stupendous force of immortality... Purity is all that surrounds everyone, the mind is now holy enough to behold a sweet reality, the beauty of this reality is that it transcends mortality... Every where is adorned with some enigmatic power, a power that pours from somewhere no one knows.. The question is why am i lost in my thought?, why have i fallen into such long and profound solitude?, is this the only time my mind, soul and spirit can communicate without interference from the the outside world..... There are so many questions laying in pain looking for answers, the only reality left with me lives inside my mind, the world outside appears dead and void, nothing exist outside what my mind is seeing... I have unconsciously taken a journey that has no precise destination, i am lead by my mind and guided by my spirit, now i communicate with the mighty , meek and holy .... Now no more shame,fear,,anxiety,lust,evil and hatred... Rain of love is all that falls, light of peace and compassion is all that shines, breeze of tranquility is all that blows.. It is so wonderful here for those that can feel it and dwell in it, i wish i could take the rest of the world with me , how i wish lost souls and blind minds could go with me and see the epitome of divinity and spirituality... These wishes are so strong they keep pinching my heart, this put a heavy burden of pain and regrets in me, i am here alone, enjoying this peace and love, who will i tell, how else do i describe what my mind is showing me, how i wish i was as good as pincasso, may be i would have painted it in a more better way, but what i have i will use, and that is my pen and paper....
