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In Touch With My Soul

I feel the aftermath of sadness written upon my heart It's the feeling you get when no one is communicating with you And you have to read the signs and wonders to know what is happening around you, sometimes it is hard to tell When the wind is propelling in my direction. It is the feeling you get when you are almost out of breath My heart is unsettled and the clouds are rolling over me I can hear the people shouting out for justice as they sign the new decree and boldness is with timbrel in its hand. Oh where is that courage that keeps propelling me along Oh where is that boldness that always makes me sing a musical song, come and sit beside me and share this soul -searching moment with me. Crooked and leaned trees stand up like giant in front of me Trees whose roots are buried deep in the ground Trees whose mystery cannot be found And trunk as thick as a mangrove with dried branches sticking from its sides spreads it leaves on the other side with a passion that cannot be denied. It is very deep; I could not understand it until I sat in front of it and view everything in full focus. Amidst the chaos and everything that has been transpiring around me, I have found some time to be with me So I spent the entire day meditating just be in touch with me. I felt me, yes I felt my entire self-moving inside and something Deeper than myself carrying me and helping me to stay alive I don’t know where that part of me comes from But it is powerful and it is that part of me that makes me feel a part of you I enjoy being with me but it’s very sad to be alone with me sitting on a little chair in the dark, listening to my inner heart Answering the questions about myself, and solving age old riddles. It is the part of yourself that everyone fears Yet it is the part of you that is so dear, I love it and I can connect with it and no one can resist it. I came out of the entranced silence that had my heart breaking To face another world with me that was shaking A midst the laughter and shame, I felt no shame A midst the laughter and the blame, I felt the pain. It is the feeling that I cannot denied when everything That I had hoped for is coming alive yet I cannot See, I cannot touch it but I can feel it. It is the love that I feel when my spirit is in need It is the love that I feel when you are sitting close to me It is the love that is buried among three layers You have to remove the layers carefully Before you can touch me, it is delicate and strong It’s fragile but is hard to break, it is buried deeply inside When that love burns then Justice will Will rise up and make a u turn When that loves burns I will wear the crown And when that longing is satisfied I will no longer be mystified I will no longer feel the pain And I will no longer get the blame When the world is standing up in front of me And destiny is travelling with me I know that you will be there And I will be reaching out to touch the utmost part of you And when my soul burns, and my blood run cold And the arteries that connects the tube to my heart is pumping blood, then the marathon will start. I hope to meet you before the plane lands So that we can walk together on the sand There is no more time to loose so you have to choose When the strange heat is rumbling under my feet We will dance together in the deep It is just this craving that you have inside When no one is standing by your side The pain that has caused me much sacrifice Is moving upside down and occasionally spinning me around And then I feel the mocking and the laughter blowing with the wind and the people looking at me with a nasty grin. I am here and you are there and we have so much to share And when the time is right I will finally be by your side. Come and get in-touch with me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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