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Finding our way back home
sunlight plays across the wings of a dragonfly,
shatters light in a thousands rays of laughter.
Mirth bubbles up from the well of my soul
With spirits set free,
I drift on the whispered breath of fate,
seeking the beating heart of faith,
finding our power
is belief in one another
I am in the trees,
I am sunlight,
playing tag across golden meadows.
I am the dragonfly scattering the sunlight into joy,
I am the journey that was meant to be
We have lost our way
and forgotten how to play,
lost within the maze,
turning our backs
our innocence long forsaken
listen with love
to beating heart of the sun.
Hear the sunlight deep within your soul,
paradise was never lost,
weeping,
we gave it up
There is a map
tattooed on our souls,
guiding our spirits
so we might find our way back home
Who am I?
I am you
Published 29th Sep 2022
| Edited 30th Sep 2022
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29th Sep 2022 7:46pm
I have always loved dragonflies and fireflies.
And how the sunlight plays across the wings.
Made me think of a childhood that mostly never was.
Of the mirth that can bubble from the soul.
Setting the spirit free on whispered breaths.
Seeking the beating heart of faith.
The trees and the sunlight playing games together.
And the dragonfies wings a prism scattering joy.
What a beautiful journey unfolding in my mind.
It's so easy to lose your way and forget to play.
Lost in the maze of suffering and pain.
Turning my back on an innocence that never was.
Still I listen with love to the beating of your heart.
And I see the sunlight that exists in your soul.
This paradise that is created within these words.
The one I so want to believe in again, that was lost.
The map tattooed on my soul leading me forever astray.
But always trying to find my way back to somewhere else.
Lost and tortured souls seemingly bought the same map.
And pehaps you are the navigator on this road trip.
This was really lovely Shaman.
A prism of colors in a sometimes very dark world.
And how the sunlight plays across the wings.
Made me think of a childhood that mostly never was.
Of the mirth that can bubble from the soul.
Setting the spirit free on whispered breaths.
Seeking the beating heart of faith.
The trees and the sunlight playing games together.
And the dragonfies wings a prism scattering joy.
What a beautiful journey unfolding in my mind.
It's so easy to lose your way and forget to play.
Lost in the maze of suffering and pain.
Turning my back on an innocence that never was.
Still I listen with love to the beating of your heart.
And I see the sunlight that exists in your soul.
This paradise that is created within these words.
The one I so want to believe in again, that was lost.
The map tattooed on my soul leading me forever astray.
But always trying to find my way back to somewhere else.
Lost and tortured souls seemingly bought the same map.
And pehaps you are the navigator on this road trip.
This was really lovely Shaman.
A prism of colors in a sometimes very dark world.
29th Sep 2022 8:14pm
A map is not much use without a compass, and if your compass points you away from home then find me and together we will look for a place to rest. Wanderers must always wander telling tales of demons, darkness, and far horizons but there will always a candle in the window to point towards shelter in the storm. With nothing to lose, you have everything to gain and I hear the edge of the world calling your name.
29th Sep 2022 8:20pm
I never really felt like I had a home in the traditional sense. I felt like the UK became home but again not in the traditional sense. My compass has always just spun round and round. I took steps in every direction always searching. My mind trying to anticipate everything at least ten steps ahead in every direction. Because I had fear instilled into me early. Ironically sometimes when you become too afraid the mind just has to turn it off as a defense mechanism or else you simply die. I think your amygdala becomes damaged and you can become impulsive and reckless. It's an interesting dichotomy. And still you need shelter in the darkness and a candle is enough. Telling those tales to the few that might understand but mostly just keeping them to yourself and reading them to your demons.
29th Sep 2022 8:50pm
Reading stories to your demons is an darkly enchanting idea. Are they happy with the stories or must they always seek discontent? Well, demons do demon thing really well but you are not the sum and total of their shadows, you are something much, much more.
29th Sep 2022 8:56pm
I feel like my demons are eager to hear the stories over and over. And when I don't read those stories back to them they get mad.
29th Sep 2022 9:01pm
Reliving dark pasts sounds a bit like hell, yes I'm sure your demons are happy with your stories. Do they have names?
