The Winds Calling – Traveling Down Treasures & Racing to the Sunset

» Posted by on Aug 4, 2012 in The Monthly Calling, The Prologue Plains | 0 comments

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Every journey, every path, every road, walked by men & woman, has always come to an end, for as long as these journeys are taken while within the physical embodiment, only a fragment of our true selves. Many, many mornings now I have seen the beautiful dawn, in which those have wandered, suffered, or even awoken before me have witnessed. Though my mind remain spinning in what seems an infinite state, out of some unknown, aspiration, a feeling still hidden secretly from within, I continue to go on. At times I feel so infinitely far from the final moment these travels will inevitably present me with. A moment, that will put an end to all the chaos, hatred, confusion, and evil these paths have presented me with thus far. And though this moment feels quite far away, I cannot but help feel it is too close for comfort at the same time.

Though it seems to long ago, this exact day, awhile back, the frozen roads that brought me to these journeys presented themselves with me, only to change how this live were to be lived from this day forward. Though this is only a small fragment of what has brought me here today, I stand here, upon these plains, with tears in my eyes in remembrance of these days that have out of force changed the way I have inevitably become. Upon these lands lie many mysteries, many keys waiting to be discovered. Many dawns have past by my eyes, many dawns I have been lucky enough to capture, and keep the feeling saved deep within my heart, for even the eye that lies on her face cannot glimpse. 

The winds now fiercely express to me that the finals days of this Advent are now upon us, though my mind and body still trapped within these vast out-lands, I can too sense the importance of finally becoming free of this infinite space, and journey into what lies ahead within the Dawn of the new Advent. The winds themselves are the same icy winds that have traveled through the wretched cavern walls, the winds in which guided me to the salvation lands, the lands of healing, the land of the ability to start anew. But have I fully healed? Have I discovered the salvation that lies within? I am still puzzled by this so, and here I am, stuck in the middle of  these Plains. I know you stand, not so far from where I stand, still wondering your purpose, still stuck in some crazy frustration, waiting for your own salvation. Not confident if you are any of my business, I wish to seek you out . But for as slippery and strange you are, you can very well remain a shadow in the future. My eyes often look towards the skies, I can see these clouds yet a Sunset of some new light rolling in up over my head, one will infinitely rule out over the other. But with my time now very well limited, I pick up my pace seeking these keys and secrets, to find the ultimate exit of these bittersweet lands. And so now, I search for the end of all of this… 

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