The Mission Beyond

 

 

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(photo from lightworkers.org)

 

 

he feels dejected,

grim, down-in-the-mouth,

mirthless, mournful, 

moody and droopy,

dragged, trite,

and nothing is right, 

anguished, forlorn,

woeful in the depths of despair.

 

he tries to think 

of sweetest memories,

but as he casts his 

grappling hook to 

secure his ascent

over the walls he's built,

the rope becomes 

frayed and breaks.

 

the weight of his 

guilt has grown too 

ponderous, and his

spine too soft to

bear the rigors 

of the climb that he

now sees he must 

journey on his own.

 

sinking deeper into

his abyss he struggles 

to remember something 

other than this limbo

of darkness and dread,

the disbelief of this reality

he fails again and again

to overcome, and desperation sets in.

 

clinging to old feelings,

and the desire for a love 

long gone, he withers

in a sea of hopelessness,

and every good memory

takes him back to the 

bottom of this wallowing 

pit of sorrow and pain.

 

people pass by,

some with compassionate

flurries of empathy

that quickly ferment to feed 

the destruction of any 

aspirations for change,

and the nature of his misery

flourishes unto his bitter end.

 

he thought she was his world,

and now she's gone,

moved on to another dimension

on the wings of a dove,

to blaze new trails without him,

but his mind cannot accept

that was the whole purpose of 

their meeting in this life.

 

she came to prepare him

for this dark night of the soul,

and his task is to overcome it,

he listens for her voice

to soothe him as it did before,

and the scorching fires of 

truth that strip his soul naked

have left him angry and inflexible.

 

and when he sleeps, 

she watches 

through timeless portals,

the man she left behind, 

and wonders 

if he'll ever pass

the test 

of this lifetime.

 

he doesn't seem 

to understand her whispers in the dark,

he only understands the love they had so long ago,

he's trapped in something 

only he can bring unto an end,

or wander in his denial, his heart never to mend,

for unbeknownst to him this lifetime is his only chance

for them to ever have another lifetime in this dance.

 

 

11:41 PM 8/7/2013  ©

 

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ashes_twisted's picture

Just...

"she came to prepare him

for this dark night of the soul,

and his task is to overcome it,

he listens for her voice

to soothe him as it did before,

and the scorching fires of 

truth that strip his soul naked

have left him angry and inflexible."

 

Wow.

 

I mean...what the hell?

I've got nothing on this.

Too brilliant to put into words,

because you have my thought process all mucked up...

 


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

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Oh, thank you!!  Yea, I was

Oh, thank you!!  Yea, I was trying to steer clear of the word 'tortured' with this, and worked out really good. It was about taking the proverbial 'broken heart' and expanding the horizon on it a bit--glad you liked!! Thank you so much!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Astral_Tides's picture

I was sticken by a line here,

I was sticken by a line here, and as well the unfold of it all.

"Dark night of the soul"

Twas a writ from St. John of the cross.

And more - so connective, a song title from one of my favourite pianists.

I think any man who has questioned his resolve and nature, can relate to this fall of words.

Quite beautiful in such a sadness.

These words have weight, and so well formed.

Bravo word artist.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

nightlight1220's picture

Yes... I feel as though I

Yes... I feel as though I have watched people go through this type of thing ---although many times, not in a romantic love way, but just an overall 'black cloud' seemingly covering a large area of their life---with no forseeable outlet except to face it all head on.  It's awful to watch, let alone think about going through. I'm glad you liked it. *feeling smitten*. lol

 

Having been raised Catholic...(not at all a practicing one---in fact I refer to myself as 'the bad catholic'--) I tend to believe we, who are born into catholicism--not everyone who is born) are born with an 'original sin'.  I am sure I have my share of 'the dark night of the soul' in this and other lifetimes...but I think it happened very very young...like at 4 or 5. 

 

When we, as believers, confess our sin, God not only promises to be faithful (which He always is) and to forgive us (which He always does); He promises to engage us in the painful process of purification in order to cleanse us from the sin that is tearing us apart.

 

Courtesy of Compassion International: http://blog.compassion.com/purifying-fire-burning-away-compassion-impurities/#ixzz2bzSe0VRF

 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Just beautiful! I loved the

Just beautiful! I loved the imagery played out here with the guilt growing to heavy to ponder... Magnificent! I could not skim through this one I wanted to savour every line. I love it so much I think the title needs to reflect the power of what you have written here!  A wonderful exploration of s soulmate theory, beautify wrought! Love it! Magnifico! Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Yes---we are 'in sync' on the

Yes---we are 'in sync' on the title, as I realized later after writing it should have been 'twin flame test', but i am up for suggestions and thanks so much for the comment.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Twin soul Test= Test of a Lifetime

Twin soul Test= Test of a Lifetime.... What a journey I went with your post. Absolute Naked Truth in your writing/thoughts. Life after death ?? Sorry,can't help on that. One lifetime is just too short to fetch answers.Love perhaps never really dies..... Romeo & Juliet were definitely united after mortal death(but again my dirty scepticism bulldozes in) It's nice to think as such Respected nl1220.Excuse my silly comments with your magnanimity.B Happy & Make Happy Respected newlight1220.


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

yes...never know. some people

yes...never know. some people claim to know. thanks for reading and commenting.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "