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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm not a shapeshifter or a drifter searching for a home, one who's weary of roaming like a song on the wind that no ears can hear except for mine alone. I'm not a gypsy cursed by a binding spell, but worse, one who seems not able to move as time passes by. I'm in a realm of consciousness, spiritually tethered to life, but filled with a sense of being alone and disconnected. I feel somewhat rejected from others of the same ilk, unable to emerge from a maze where each turn ends in strife, or wrapped in the webbing of spider spun silk. There is no suffering in this place, this space where I exist. I hesitate to call it a journey, perhaps it's understood best if I describe it as a relocation or a transient quest. Did some twist of fate lead me through a dark tunnel where there's an illuminated path waiting for me to take? It's blurred, but I have the vision that it's not a prison, but I'm sitting in Zen position, inside an opaque shell, immersed in perceptual thoughts, where sapience starts. At once I understood that my life is interwoven with others. That shell, like a balloon, burst and I was awed in oneness with the Earth, awakened as though I'd just discovered a universe where spiritual acceptance hovers like clouds. I recovered my cognitive faculties... what will be, will be. Not the que sera, sera kind found in lyrical song. One that everyone hears, a harmonic symphony of souls. Much clearer now, there are sights and sounds, a different kind of oneness that left me vacuous as before. This one is substantially more essential. It's more real, for I feel a certain kind of camaraderie, an urgent zeal that appeals to me to belong, to be one with something that lies over the threshold of an opened door. December 2, 2022 ~ Journey Without Movement Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
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