Reflection Of The Past, Visions Of The Future

In the live network of intricate design, layer on layer my mind was stratified. Within the strata of innate awareness aligned, many divergent motifs got unified. Many attributes of sole distinction gained access to the fold of secret psychic recess, transcended the undefined limits of joy and pain. That’s my insignia of individuality I projected from behind the screen of singularity, for I was me. A lone prisoner of my own making, a cocoon confined within introvert isolation, I saw all the familiar faces recede, left me stuck in the web of self-adulation. My mystique mind turned into Nemesis, made a mirror of mirage for me. I looked into it, reaching the venerated oasis, it was only me that I always glimpsed. In the displaced discernment of self-adoration, I saw a Narcissus in me lurk lonesome, a secret morphing into soaring obsession lay buried. As I arose forlorn from the debris of dreams, the sigh of the desolate heart I heard emanate from the depth of despair. The time-framed mirror I’ve made of me, reflects the pernicious perception of anguish, an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding. The sane sense losing the escape route, disappears in the miasma of loneliness. The marooned mind meanders in dense darkness, trying to find the instinctive deluded traveler, me, the person I used to be. I’ll trace the shimmer of awareness to the furtive future, configuring the migratory mirage of illusive existence, that the sands of time carry as entrancing delusion across the lonely life, landscaped in the deserted mind, where in dry dunes dwells the desire of perpetuity with the dormant dream of everlasting enchantment. I’ll perceive the preserved essence of latent memory, resurrect from the receptive recess of the past, revive as the metamorphosed bird of my liberated essence, soaring upbeat with my present to the divine sky, spread the fantasy wings to embrace enthralled the lasting happiness in the halcyon horizon of the future. I’ll travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair, on an inward journey through layers of consciousness, perceive in the soul the radiance of divine beacon, illumining the corridor leading to the abode of bliss. My soul will shine with astral radiance in deep inner space with the flaring brilliance of a thousand suns. In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity I’ll discern the inner galaxy, turning me into a living light.