I am always trying to find somewhere that I can call home, rumour has it that when I reach this place I will feel better. Living my life may indeed become easier, it's selfish being wrapped up in feelings always boxing yourself off from everybody else dramatizing your emotions until nothing else counts. Always looking back in anguish but I'm trying hard to live a better life, although when things start to go well something snatches me back and I can't take it anymore.
I saw a glimpse of heaven across the moonlight sky, the opening was so small like a crack in the center of the universe, not how I imagined. Nothing like in biblical references but I stretched my arms out and tried to bridge the difference; I wasn't entirely thinking straight.
An angel called out, I think she wanted me to follow but I'm afraid of heights. So I froze, whilst she shone like star in the sky. I smiled as she held out her hands and lifted me onto steps climbing upward. I was hesitant at first but realized this could be just what I needed.
And she tells me to let myself listen to the symphony of the world and truly hear. A wise man freed her from the boundaries of life flew down to teach her the joys of living in a new dimension, a universe where every creation connected. From the bud which I blossomed, a seedling of earth – not a rarity many others did too. But I gathered dust which would otherwise be floating in an oblivion of conformity.
Because I longed to be free and with each flight of stairs Earth was becoming a small but significant planet to which my soul was proud. I prayed before I reached the top for you, I asked whatever was behind the doors to free the aching of boredom from your veins and release your creativity because you're blessed with words working to the rhythm of your heart.
Comments
Nolan | February 1, 2010 - 19:38
You’re making terrific progress with you writing. As for ‘releasing your creativity’ I think of it in this way:
Don’t write the essay look out the window rather, (not the clock!) let your mind run free dream and dream daydream of the wonder the beauty of creation, the majesty, with a sense of adventure, of a child discovering the new, the unexpected, and in rapture, in amazement, in happiness, in joy.
Ideas are not overtaken, they cannot be hunted, they are too swift by far. Also they can’t be netted, there’s an abundance small fishes, worthless, mediocre.
They can’t be bought even for any price, they are free like the air we breathe and the water we drink, yet are priceless.
Ideas are trapped. Know where to set your trap, know where the game is, the small crooked paths through underbrush, hidden in the bushes. Wait patiently let your mind roam free like a child, you can only catch a good idea with cunning and patience, and experience. Pounce upon it, seize the moment!
And with a sense of wonder, of adventure, of excitement!
Beeme | February 1, 2010 - 20:27
Thankyou for such wonderful advise Nolan and for taking the time. Cheers for the compliment, I'll certainly rethink my approach to writing when I’m inspired. You inspired me to write more lol (-:
MistakenMagic | February 2, 2010 - 13:27
'you're blessed with words working to the rhythm of your heart.'
- just love that last line, Beeme! Another beautiful, beautiful piece ;)
Magic xxx
Beeme | February 2, 2010 - 16:16
Thankyou Magic thats my favourite line :) Glad you enjoyed.
Beeme xx
rjnewlyn | February 3, 2010 - 00:13
Wonderful images here. Reminded me of when I was a teenager - I used to carry this image of the night sky cracking open a little (in cities it always seems like a surrounding shell waiting to do this) and giving a glimpse of some other bright place beyond. I think this one puts it better than I ever could. I liked the way that the sentences drifted free of grammar - I assume intentional (i.e. please don't change them if anyone writes in to correct) - e.g. 'from the bud which I blossomed'. It all adds to the ethereality (if that's a word). Well done!
Rob
Beeme | February 3, 2010 - 17:41
I like the sound of that image, Rob. I'm really happy you enjoyed this because it was inspired by your beautiful Jacob's ladder. I'm not sure if ethereality is a word, but I understand what you mean.Thankyou for such a nice comment :-)
Beeme xx
Cavalcaderl | February 4, 2010 - 18:17
Beeme
Loved all of this;
I truly believe Heaven is what you can make it on earth with a communicating person, or hell if not.
But I had meditation wonderful to picture a Fountain
with rivelets running down, bring in coloured flowers,you know a cat no it's got grey mouse in his jaws maybe expressing word I think. Who am I to say
to soft music and imagine breathing in beauty of a rose and it's petals. Forgetting all the stress if one has, feather tip forehead from middle to outter,
and gradually get person relax in chair massage shoulders gently, relax head neck arms legs breathing
slowly in and out discarding all worldly worries.Iv'e done he was so stressed out to quiet music. Ray got me recently 2 pictures funny enough Angles big wings standing over children playing. Abctales helps on here, like Tony Abctales states let your juices flowing. Plus writing group we studied means looked at picture into seeing person features ways imagination.But you have a great way of words, so some I don't answer on here cos Authors so great can't tell if true happening or not.I have done poem on "Relaxation" but only or not any comments I'd love after being through it myself.Have the ability for others. Lifting the pressure. I looked at full moon other night reminds me of a face like eyes nose and mouth, like custard tin when small.But when looked photo only a speck.You are doing so well.You know bring in colours,landscapes views animals I never had an imagination till now.If
it rains make it a great day things, I watched all different pattern umbrellas the other day. I have one butterflies on. "Audry Hepburn" and red dotty one like me? I'm moody at moment difficult things happening. Clothes all amzing colours and fashion our days were black and brown only.Hope your well.
the golden sun has a haze over it. The swooping sea gulls with beady eyes and yellow beaks.Who am I to say?
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 5, 2010 - 10:50
Beeme - it has all been said. A beautiful piece to be proud of.
Tina xx
Beeme | February 5, 2010 - 14:26
I hope things get better for you Julie, I'm glad you enjoyed. Beeme xx
Beeme | February 5, 2010 - 14:27
Thankyou Tina, I'm happy you enjoyed. Beeme xx
Cavalcaderl | February 6, 2010 - 12:26
new Nolan
You are exactly right!
I couldn't have put it better now,
myself.Sometimes we all go through
sadness experiences in life. But Abctales
say's it all.Nature the sun "Oh for the beauty of the earth".Creatures, colours, rolling sea.
Hazey Moon. children's laughter,cat's cry.
cuddle and comfort.After paper's gloom,snow again!
julie x
Beeme | February 6, 2010 - 17:41
Yeah Nolan gave me some great advise (:
Cavalcaderl | February 6, 2010 - 23:15
new Beeme
Thanks improving got wet
and the wind, got into me.
Had lovely tin "Big Soup"Veg:
and another on top "Potato soup
great, bit like cat cry in room
but haven't got one."
"Simon Cowell" now up and out better now
No! singing or shouting.
hope your well.Just tried one
Pick up a penguin like all comments
and ideas from all please.
julie xx