The Muted Word

An expression is a written word that forms a part of the language that exists on paper, inscribed in ink. It can be calligraphed and worded to please the eye. Whether it has an existence in the soul, is not prime. It is a vision that eyes can see and a sound that ears can hear. The written word has an optical effect and is thus a spectacle to behold. It is an inscription that can be erased and rewritten, and this is what we call language.

Yet, there is an unwritten that fails to be expressed, that fails to be inscribed in the cognizable world of pen and paper. It is an intangible embodiment of the unspoken that dwells beyond its mortal existence. It is the voice that connects those who remain separated in time and space, utter a different word, yet speak a common language that unites them in what is called the language of the soul. They share a fundamental truth that seeks a depiction not in substance but presence, in a world that can be felt though not seen. This unwritten word 'speaks' a language that cannot be voiced, but is inscribed in the spirit of eternity. Sadly there are a few who can hear this language.....

The Self Seeker

In all my doings there can be no better critic of me than ME,myself....
My true being is the spotless mirror that I see myself in
If I am right, I value myself
My self worth is my moment of pride
My achievements showcase my abilities

When I err, I see myself  more human
In acquiescence, I see beyond myself
In vindication, I am empowered to uphold my beliefs
In kindness, I find my inner warmth so much to bear
That I share it with one who carries it not as a load but
as a treasure to be forever cherished

When I appear beautiful, I yearn 
To take the beholder on a journey into my soul
In love, I see his footprints on my soul
I let him be himself  but I am never,ever the same
When I hear music, I taste the food of love and play on

When I live a priceless moment, I encase it in my treasure chest
My treasure glows in the dark and 
I see a ray of light in my hour of despondency
I get up to ward off darkness with an inner thrust
only because I believe in myself

And now I see darkness as a precursor to a new day
That beckons me to move on
I strive to make the most of it
In my onward march I exist for myself
That supports lives that live apart from me, yet within me
Their joy is my wealth

I endeavour to nurture patience and forbearance
and weed out contempt and vice
With these in my stride
I am forever a seeker
My quest remains happiness
That flits just as I embark upon one...