Listen

Listening is the most beautiful things, I have ever experience in my entire existence. Given unto me the power of silent by the silencer. As the blackness removes the colors from my eyes, my intuition and instincts are completely replied upon as they guide me in the shadows of my own thoughts. So many hidden emotions, my thoughts became the shadows of my feelings and those feelings, became potentates of my mind. Being subjected to my feelings, I was impotent to erect effective actions, and inadequate to construct intellectual choices, due to my own ignorance, desires, fears, and anxiety that has tortured the deepest depths of my inner thoughts. Corruption, murky, desolated, and feeble-minded all became acquainted with one another as I constitutionally, allowed them to control the authenticity of my purely mind been caged, suppressed, extorted and mocked. Consumed in my suffering, drowning in my guilt, the dark spaces become full of dreadful chaos voices. Wiggling like waves, but never makes it to the shores. Buried in the deep, hidden from the light. Expressing the deepest depth of me, I found the meaning to my suffering. With a deep understanding, I now accept this beauty. The very image that was created in the image of an burning bush, flame was once buried and now unearthed. As that silence continues to grow, I begin to regain inner strength and wisdom, by being in a state of being wise of my everyday experiences. Germinating, growing, harvesting, and progressing, my intellectual mind has been flourishing like the Olmecs, Mayans, and the Nasca civilizations that were flourishing back in those ancient times. Conquering all feelings and balancing the emotions has never felt so refreshing and reviving and yet electrifying.