Haunting Inquisition

 

 

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And they wanted to heal,

But the requests were riddled 

In disguises,

With delusions of grandeur,

And hopes of great riches and fantasies,

And so the healer likened the journey to the deep sea diver,

Who falls into the water with arms opened wide,

And forges his way to the depths of the ocean,

Deeper, and deeper,

He passes the wreckage of lost ships, and human waste

Of days past,

And at times must close his eyes to the remembrance

Of pain too haunting,

Because he knows the journey to reach his "treasure",

his "core",

Is a merciless path.

 

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And when he reaches the ocean floor, 

He does not stop,

Because he knows what lies beneath is what he must face,

And so he begins to use the tools he learned,

And finally, after chipping away for months and years,

he uncovers

The worth of his soul,

With great joy, he retrieves the lost and precious gems

Of his existence,

And he begins his hopeful journey to the surface,

But his suffering does not end,

Because the road up, 

Even more wrought with turmoil as he endures

The caustic resentment

From those with no knowledge,

And he is made to relive the loss of his soul treasure 

Over and over,

Time and again the relentless visions of pain and torment,

That satiate the hunger of blindfolded eyes and sullen, hopeless spirits,

Hungry for the taste of their own lost piece of life,

Lost in their lust for material gain.

 

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They cannot see his treasure is within,

The lack of "sight" for the divinity of his excavation

Into the "earth" within himself,

A common ignorance of human existence,

To be unaware of what one sees as 

"Separate",

"Derilict",

"Different",

"Ungodly".

And his plight becomes even worse than he could have ever imagined.

 

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But when he reaches the surface of the water,

This vortex of pure love for all humanity,

Created by and through his own wounds,

Lifts him over the water,

And only then 

He revels in the love meant for him from the beginning.

The hard work that could only be done by him.

No pill,

No man,

Woman,

Dollar amount,

Could have created it.

 

So you say you would like to heal?

 

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ashes_twisted's picture

I agree

with touchofink.

"How far will, or are we willing to go?"

I very much enjoyed this nightlight,

thank you for sharing. *hugs*


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

nightlight1220's picture

However far the possibilities

However far the possibilities you seek run, dear ashes...♥♥♥


...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. "

 

Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

Sometimes we only damage

Sometimes we only damage ourselves further in our attempts to heal.


Long days and pleasant nights

Diamond

nightlight1220's picture

Diamond that is so true. I

Diamond that is so true. I was just saying that the other day when discussing CBT. Even something as semmingly simple as that, a person has to be ready. There are stages to go tjrough and it takes persistence and patience more than anything. But it has been said, that the art of loving is really just the art of patience, so maybe you must have that foundation to build on in order to first love yourself....idk. makes sense, though.

 

...thanks.♥


...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. "

 

Morningglory's picture

It's interesting you would

It's interesting you would write this now. I was just having a conversation with my mom about meditation and diving deep into the depths of the ocean and then rising up. Are my thought waves reaching you or something? Enjoyed the read nightlight.


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Oh how synchronic!

Oh how synchronic! Wonderful!

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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. "

 

allets's picture

Allegorical Epic

And there's Gilgamesh, and the Greek Heroes, and now Soul Seeker. Psychic possibilites live in heal/healing - I kept thinking of HW. Propinquity serves, I guess. I enjoyed the epic scope of the piece ~Lady A~


 

 

nightlight1220's picture

"Propinquity"...great word

"Propinquity"...great word and even more I loved reading about Gilgamesh. Thank you allets. Am posting a link to the spark notes for others. Wonderful!

 

http://m.sparknotes.com/lit/gilgamesh/summary.html


...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. "