Of travelers and learnings

My heart still stays, where it found it’s sanity. In words, in Cribbings.

Here’s a new collab, one with a very dear friend, one who is known, as the Silver Crusader.

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The scared touch,
that scarred soul.
Oh how we’re prisoners here,
of our own belonging.

I know not of the prison or the soul, the touch, or the prism,
all I see is the light at the heart of this darkness

The prison is dark, ever so withholding.
But then, what has ever, been able to keep the lights out.

You say you see the light, you say you see the darkness.
Oh please explain dear sire, how do you manage?

I never manage, just see and seek, solitude in the crowd, music in silence,
and teardrops within each crackle of rustling smile, I see and seek, for I am just a passing stranger, with a time allotted to visit the land, and return to the stars.

How do you, dear one, manage?

Guide me o friend, to work my way, for I see and seek and never drown in the water, or the air,
and always leave, when I think to stay 😉

Your presence for moments, though fleeting it may seem.
Is beyond explanation, its worth you might not see.

Who am i, to guide you oh good sire, i am but, a lowly traveller.

How i manage, i know not. do i? i’m afraid.
i just lose myself to the depths of nature’s lap, to those places of solace, where none follow.

 

Aren’t we all travellers set at different pace through the journey of life,
what is solace i think i shall never find.

For unrest has been the way for me, and solace none

What is calm that stirs passion? or quenches it ?
or is it like a spring gushing through the rocks and the sand and filling life ?

how do you feel ?

We’re all travellers sure, but we end up touring through our lives.
Those moments we lose, those lies we live.

Solace is in the grind, in the midst of all action.
In the gushing wave that speaks to you, in the strong wind that blows you away.

Those small sounds, the deep stories! Passion is not in the calm, but in the calm in the storm.

Isn’t life a myth? I see a life as a box of lies bundled and served, for every act is neither black nor white, the world is grey, white in black and black in white, real in imagination and imaginary reality.

How do I hold faith? How do you o’ traveller ?

 

Just remember this, dear friend. Faith holds you, and not the other way round.

If you say so I do agree.

Just remember one thing, for when the mind and the heart are at strife, forget not one over the other, but put them both aside, ask your soul, for the answer sure is completely different.

My soul seeks its owner, its identity with its maker. i shall not forget, “I” shall remember.

Silver Crusader and ASID