Oh the words that saved me from insanity and from my own sanity. Oh words that can no longer stay hidden in the crevices of my heart but pulsate giving me life again. I run along life hoping to get some kind of warmth and hugs and laughter and the laughter grows louder not because I am guffawing but because I myself am laughing at my own inadequacy to grasp the simplicity of life and how it should be.
We release thoughts of poison that slowly consume our
identity until we can no longer control the act of negative thinking fuelled by
comparison to those we cannot even touch because our brows now touch therefore
we are no longer beautiful because we not prim, proper and straight.
Oh but the written word draws us back to that place where we
can be us again. It brings us back to the words that God himself spoke to us
when he exhaled his breath onto us at Creation. Oh dear God let your word be
true, let it trample the whorish thoughts that so easily spill out of our
minds, they themselves full of pesticide that seeps through unconscious mind
leading us to believe in the sadness of our minds though our hearts speak only
joy and vibrate from a frequency basing all we touch from our hearts with love
which is a strong foundation that you so aptly described in your good word as a
solid rock we can trust each time each the storm threatens our very existence
that we may find light in that fortress, that our very minds would remain in
that fortress and betray the seductive wildness that leads us to doom.
Sigh.
