I Die a Thousand Deaths!! A Sonnet
Despair is necessary to the human condition and will sometimes help us. It springs from fear, loneliness, attachments or desires, Insecurity, isolation and separation from our Source. Despair is rooted in desire, whether it's for name, fame, power and greed, or a new house or car. There are also the big ones: Family, children, passions, gold ...
Desire is very necessary, indeed essential for the human development and so I am not about to knock it here. Without Desire, the growth of the Soul cannot take place; evolution will become stunted. This poem expresses not desire but the pain that comes with isolation from our true Source. It can also be seen in the Light of someone whose seeds of hope is all but diminished, and held only by Strands of Love.
Strands of Love bind me, and yet I do not see.
My smile hides blades of torment, and
I drift aimlessly, as in a daze. Where are the candles?
The absence of the moon brings darkness, and
Hope has become scattered in the wind.
This was once a Meadow of Light,
But now the flowers weep from my emotions, and
The stones cry. I choke helplessly, on the very air I need.
I have gone deaf to the melody of the nightingales.
The grey mists of burning blood ,
Stagnates my flow of vibrancy, and
My Faith-kernels, are covered in red.
Today is another day of isolation, and
I die a thousand deaths!
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 22nd March, 2015. ©Copyrighted.
Light never leaves us. When the Days task is completed, it diminishes and soon takes rest. Then the night sets in. Still, there is almost a silent hope or promise, in the inevitability of a new or virgin dawn. Soon the Light, which was simply hidden by God's mystery, springs forth. The whole of life is a play of the forces of the Absolute Power, manifesting Itself in myriad ways.
When we know this, we become truly free. I welcome you here with all my Love.
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