March 3rd, 2010

An original poem by me:

I play the words over and over inside my mind. I drink from them. They are the nectar that sustains my life. These words-just mere words, or are they? Words that speak to my soul.They bring light into the deep recesses of my heart. The place where few have ventured. The journey is ominous. Unknowing. The treasure has been well hidden. Far from the grasps of those who know not whats its worth. But worthy yourself you must be to find it. For the veil it hides behind is guarded well. Not easy to see. Many mirages are there to test. This twisting maze that is myself. An enigma. Mysterious. Ever changing. Likely one will come. But how I have lost my thoughts myself. This isn't about me, or is it? Am I speaking to myself? Can I hear my words,live them,learn from them. Am I waiting? For what? I am on the path. This journey to my own hiding place. To the treasure I myself buried,long ago. My words have given me strength. Allowed my eyes to see more clearly. My faith to be fearless. They have given me knowledge, wisdom and desire. Desire for truth and understanding. The ability to see beyond one's self. To the soul of another. To connect. Electrify. Only when two souls match will you feel it. The energy surging and pulsating between two beings. Two bodies, two hearts, one soul, one life- floating, endlessly, forever......floating