Echoes are Louder when Empty

Perspectives and Loneliness

Few months ago some of us here in hubland were invited to participate in a shared act of creativity by the Godfather of this enterprise, Mickey, Sr. When the assembled talent includes bravewarrior, Martie Coetser and Marcoujor I knew I was in good company.

We chose to engage in reflection on a common theme, a Perspective, every month. See the intro to the series here: Perspectives: An Introduction

We also invite guest authors each month to share their perspective on the theme at hand. This month we are delighted to welcome Randi.

We have so far flexed our neurons and shared our outpourings on varied subjects such as Knowing your True Self, Vanity, Gratitude, The Charitable Spirit and Regret & Hope.

I have read my fellow authors musings, ponderings and marvelled at their peerless pen(wo) manship. I've been in awe, in deep reflection, sadness, mirth and mystery. I've laughed, learnt, lingered and loved it throughout.

I have written contemplative essays, pondered on how to measure my pleasure, mourned the loss of my Dad, penned a Winnie the Pooh pastiche and a zen story. What other enterprise could give me such sparks of inspiration such as this?

I welcome you not only to read and enjoy my own effort but do follow the mindcrumbs to my fellow authors works and enthuse at the wider landscape.

I welcome you, kind reader to this month's Perspective: Loneliness.

You could be lonely on your own, or feel lonely among a million people. The perception of loneliness can be crippling or liberating. It could lead to melancholy or a creative enterprise. While solitude is described as physical absence of social interactions, loneliness is the 'perception' of such absence of meaningful contact.

I have felt lonely on many occasions - some even when I was in the middle of a loud social gathering, some when I've actually been engaged in conversation... For me loneliness is an internal lanscape one could retract into. The speed and circumstance with which one wanders into such landscape is subjective.

One could wander in voluntarily or one could be pushed into it unwittingly.

Loneliness can be a melancholic indulgence. Yes, I think I could be an indulgent loner, enjoying the company of my own thoughts on occasions. Reminiscing, relaxing and redecorating my personal space.

Yet when I see another soul lonely, I feel like offering that space to the one in need, a welcome shelter to come in and get warmed up for a while. Share the silence and partake in some soul food.

Loneliness sometimes is a choice one makes. Feeling alone and the accompanying sense of despair can make one deaf and blind to offers of love and friendship. Pining for something lost long ago can make one lost in a dark emptiness.

Keep your eyes closed and you'll miss the little rays of hope and love.

Keep your ears shut and you'll miss the whispers of kindness, of love.

I share this song with everyone who has ever felt this way or may feel this way sometime in their journey...

Wandering lonely through wide open spaces

Watching dunes shift, change, in memory places

Staring in distance at cold empty faces

All around me are, left over traces

Of you, my love, my love.

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Sky looks so darker when heavy with rain

Hovering over this perilous plain

Digging through debris what is to gain

Searching forever I can't explain

Oh why, my love, my love.

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I write these words

Searching seeking

Hoping to find

Who I have in mind

My song may float

Looking for you

Like a wandering cloud

Far from the crowd

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Waiting and watching am I a fool

How long can one wait, is there a rule

Time is so toxic, can be so cruel

Spinning my efforts round like a spool

Of woe, my love, my love

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Loneliness darkens, it blinds and hides

Stops me from looking at all the sides

Rising and falling just like the tides

Hope comes a-calling, but out it rides

Out of, my sight, my love.

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I write these words

Searching seeking

Hoping to find

Who I have in mind

My song may float

Looking for you

Like a wandering cloud

Far from the crowd

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Deafened by silence I'll always be

Echoes are louder, when I'm empty

Whispers of love may, be lost to me

Despair is my choice, I could be free

Of me, my love, my love.

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Only the lonely, know what I mean

Building my own world, hard to be keen

Stepping out is hard, so long I've been

Lost to my own sight, will I be seen

by those, who know, who love.

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I write these words

Searching seeking

Hoping to find

One who can be kind

My song may float

Looking for you

Like a wandering cloud

Far from the crowd

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Deafened by silence I'll always be

Echoes are louder, when I'm empty

Whispers of love may, be lost to me

Despair is my choice, I could be free

Of me, my love, my love...

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© Mohan Kumar 2013

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Docmo

© Mohan Kumar 2013

MARTIECOETSER * BRAVEWARRIOR * DOCMO * MARCOUJOR * MICKEYSR

And this month's Guest Writer :

btrbell ~

LONELINESS:

'How to accept Loneliness' by btrbell

'An Indisputable Emotional Pain' by MartieCoetser

Choice vs. Choices' by bravewarrior

'It's Not about Being Alone' by MickeySr

'Echoes Are Louder When Empty' by Docmo