The Prosaic and the Profound

"You know who she is, and you understand who you are, and now maybe you're ready to understand who I am." - Predestination Lights out. Curtain falls down. Friends, we are again face to face with another ending- the ending of this blog. Much has been said, much has been done. But there is one thing that I am certain about- I have now become one. All uncertainty, aimlessness, inner struggles have all dissipated into oblivion. The mind that was broken in two has become whole again. There is no boundary between the prosaic and the profound. All that is superficial in me had been devoured by the abysmal understanding that within oneself, it is possible to exist two or several entities that may cause discord. With that understanding is the acceptance of the existence of those entities and the effort to grasp a harmonious state within. I may never have known love all my life. But love can even exist within oneself. It is not the kind of narciccistic love that usual...

She lived and loved the marvelous- Her shield was paper, her sword was pen, Words and verses were her friends.

I was called from my slumber by You To tell me of a responsibility But confusion, doubt and fear Took a tight hold of me. I woke up surprised that tears had lingered in my eyes, And weeping I felt my dreams were crushed Why do I have to be torn in two- To chase my dreams and to follow You? What are these tears for- Maybe for the remorse and shame of failing You Or perhaps I mourn for the death of those things that matter to me. Come, enlighten me with your undefeated Wisdom That I may tread the road others had not taken, But that solitary road may be blessed by You And at the end of it wishes do come true. Come, make me whole again Attach the fragments of my being together That I may not suffer to walk this earth With shattered soul and bleeding heart. If to pen this verse is not right, why do I feel otherwise? This is the very element of the only passion that makes me complete- The only passion I had ventured to give my life up to, The only passion that makes ...