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Reaching heights holds no hesitation for me. But there is a time when I find myself needing to come down. Sometimes in gigantic leaps. Descending down into the likeness of another.
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I saw what they could be missing and I longed for it. I journeyed further and further up until I reached a point where I could see all those who I have previously related to. The Spiritual, the youth, the travellers, the foresters, the repelled, the reached. I observed them. I observed there was a part of me left in each of them. As if my mortality was split and held onto by each one and my spirit was just left floating like a balloon. Maybe even that has been sectioned off.
Now I am in this place, and I descend myself; though all of me wants to keep grasping the moon beams and pulling myself up. I must find the minute components of this place once more. Somewhat I feel as if I am abandoning the rest of myself, silencing it. Merging myself back together at this point would be hurried, and the atoms are just as important as the whole.
I am composed of much. I feel much. I don't completely understand who is it that I am. A liquid substance, with grey eyes, as a rain cloud. Form is an unfamiliar thing.
But when I am grounded and I just see one, when I just focus on who is in my sight at the moment, it doesn't seem as scary. I don't feel as separated, maybe because they understand as well. Maybe because I see the part of them that desires to loom upward. Yet we are both here, to not cut off what we know outside of these walls, but to bring what we know into them. We expand the perspective of all who have not reached as high as us
I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced. We were as one.
The time came to leave them, although. And knowing their concepts and summarising experiences I loomed above them. Not as anything superior, but as one who observes the city from a top of a skyscraper, or a carnival from the top of a Ferris wheel. I saw them, I saw around them, I saw what they could be missing and I longed for it. I journeyed further and further up until I reached a point where I could see all those who I have previously related to. The Spiritual, the youth, the travellers, the foresters, the repelled, the reached. I observed them. I observed there was a part of me left in each of them. As if my mortality was split and held onto by each one and my spirit was just left floating like a balloon. Maybe even that has been sectioned off.
Now I am in this place, and I descend myself; though all of me wants to keep grasping the moon beams and pulling myself up. I must find the minute components of this place once more. Somewhat I feel as if I am abandoning the rest of myself, silencing it. Merging myself back together at this point would be hurried, and the atoms are just as important as the whole.
I am composed of much. I feel much. I don't completely understand who is it that I am. A liquid substance, with grey eyes, as a rain cloud. Form is an unfamiliar thing.
But when I am grounded and I just see one, when I just focus on who is in my sight at the moment, it doesn't seem as scary. I don't feel as separated, maybe because they understand as well. Maybe because I see the part of them that desires to loom upward. Yet we are both here, to not cut off what we know outside of these walls, but to bring what we know into them. We expand the perspective of all who have not reached as high as us
Published 21st May 2017
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