Tag Archive | solitude

Sea Fever

The Call To Fluid Abandon

So dissolved is the prone self… The Sea is a dream
That fulfills but my yearning for total release
From the pressures of living in society.
I’m not good as a breeder; I fail completely.
Among all that is nebulous I find my peace.
There must be resolution for actions extreme.

The nostalgia transcends me. I am one with those
Who are drawn to the same soothing subconscious source
Of the spirit’s abandon and soul’s redemption.
Having been there before, it is life that I shun
In this prison of selfhood. The eternal force
Beckoning me to freedom is what my heart knows.

That the duty befits me, my choices are made
By the infinite cycles that churn the bottom
Of the cauldron of nature. In err I belong
In a world where I can do a whole lot of wrong
And where it’s more than likely that I’m seen as scum.
Rendezvous with enigma cannot be delayed.

The faint face of a person the surface reveals.
Constant movement expresses the changing currents
Of the modes of expression that I may release
What is left of my wretched soul and find some peace.
Nothing ever need become of my life’s events
And The Sea is the ultimate place where it heals.

The Importance Of Being Alone

Therapeutic Isolation

I am so at my best when I’m swimming alone
Counter to the direction that others may go.
It’s because I get crazy with my kind around.
There’s too much information that small fish expound.
So it’s much better for me to go with the flow
Of the guidance of Spirit who is ever known.

Sacredness is in Silence. Speaking to no one
For a while or much longer for whiles in-between
The peripheral nonsense that time beacons to,
For the soul, is refreshing. What else would I do
 But to honor the inner self where life is seen
As one evolving moment constantly begun?

Those who cherish alone time may be healthier.
Better organized they are emotionally.
People seek, out of boredom from drama self-made,
Interaction with others. The chance escapade
They may find not fulfilling. My choice is to be
Intimate with my true self who does but occur.

I’m aware that I’m mortal. Time moves at a pace
Universal to all creatures, yet good times seem
To be short in duration. Those of misery
Linger on for what feels like an eternity.
Every moment I have can be lived like a dream
Where the things of importance are all I embrace.

Conquest Of Illusion

Getting Outside

In deafness to allurement by current turmoil
In the eye of disaster, the wise one is sent
Far beyond the illusion into deeper space.
What is needed is somewhere so one can erase
Tension pent up due to existential torment
And solutions consisting of rancid snake oil.

Spirit beacons the weary to find their release
Knowing that doing so is with difficulty.
While immersed, the illusion, with strength all its own,
Makes one feel disempowered. The heart turns to stone,
And while blind but to chaos, no hope can one see.
Vehicles of upliftment transport us to peace.

Sacred space omnipresent is reached by the soul
With attention unshaken by current events.
Much reconciliation is done from within,
And without the distraction, new starts can begin.
Sanity is one resource that this world prevents
From unlimited access, and such is its role.

Unwelcomed are intrusions that mock solitude
And perform acts unnatural, vile, and perverse
To one’s sense of self-worth and to feeling a part
Of a viable universe. Kindness of heart
Comes about by detaching oneself from the curse
And by keeping oneself in a positive mood.

Decisive Action

Cosmic Vision

Within matter particulate energy dwells.
It commands hiding places throughout special space
Measured in units so small they mess with the mind.
We’ve learned this complex truth because nature is kind
In its letting us think we’re a noteworthy race.
We’ve evolved to exact what past action foretells.

Living means acting firmly. I cannot sit still
Like the objects inanimate. I must engage
With the urge to comingle with folk of my kind.
Public places are barren now. Where can I find
Some relief from containment? Captive in my cage,
Psychic means of connection shall my wish fulfill.

 I feel more energetic as time passes by.
For its healthy release there are things to be done
That have long been neglected within and around
All that serves as my dwelling. I’m safer homebound
Where I act with intent more while still having fun.
Energy Is Creative! I need not know why.