Relativity of the soul

Even despite our best intentions, there comes a time when life chooses its own path. Irreversible set of coincidences changing everything, and then: dreams evaporate in the ether, daydreams fade away, desires are so low – undetectable on the Richter scale, even a bigger chunk of the soul gets lost somewhere, ends up stuck in a moment. A place where all life’s vigor is spent on friction…

In that totality of absence, all that is left is void. Large and profound, substantial irreplaceable void that remains a faithful companion through times ahead. And the only way how to compete against such devastation is to extend the limits of the soul, thus making the destruction lesser compared only with the soul. When new dreams come to power, new life also rises.

The relativity of our souls…

Alchemy of the heart

Slowly browsing through the modulations of my radio, carefully listening in an attempt to decipher the static. Receiving indistinctive sounds, inconclusive in their chaotic vigor; waves upon waves scratching their way to me, dissolved into the air. Dialect of a mystical ancient madness forever forgotten in some naive past, long before we realized the concept of mixing tenses. Form of speech from a thirsty silhouette, located nowhere, existing out of time; sending me message in a bottle, a silent secret of some sort, secret told to no one, never heard by anyone. Region full only with truth beyond intellect, an essence of every religion invented by man, metaphysical axiom of existence… pursue of every true alchemist of the heart! 

Now I know that thought is no longer a thought, because it’s transformed into a feeling, deeper urge…

Beginning

This pale form dwells behind all forests bringing with it darkness and chills to his soul. Unrest just because of unrest… and yet, the essence was ever elusive. There was some deep sorrow in the background, mixed with a feeling of longing and complete emptiness which touched the essential depths of who he was. He couldn’t compare that despair to anything else.

Then again, a feeling endured beneath those untouchable shadows, feeling creating his stronghold, his high keep where love, vigor and flight thrive.

Only to feel overwhelmed by contradictions of appearances. He swallowed his breath, so that he could remember everything… indeed, beginning is a very delicate time!