Misty morning thoughts
It’s 5:00am… The wind Is rattling the vent on the south wall…and I haven’t had enough sleep…Another night has come and gone and I’m one day closer to the end. In the mental fog of first consciousness….emotions hang freely unfettered by conscious manipulation. Pure raw feeling from the centre of the subconscious can be remotely observed by the refreshed mind before the list maker awakens and drowns out your essence with the demands of the daily world we trudge through.
These raw and wondrous emotions are the core of our being and their early morning apparitions depend on the job our dream weavers have done sorting away the random strands of unattached energy that have been generated by our daily struggle to process the world around us….
I have total recall of these sub-conscious sentiments.. They call like the wolf howl across the frozen tundra to me…. They carry messages from beyond my own personal aura and connect me to my fellow human travellers….
As a child I remember greeting each day with pure enthusiasm. As I evolved emotionally and physically, the drive to recreate myself in the image of my ancestors and the necessity of genetic survival, gave a sense of urgency to each mornings emotional re-boot. But now, as I am clearly in the latter half of my earthly existence, the embers of my passion no longer burn so brightly.
In those few moments between sleep and awareness, I sense a void. I see another place and here voices calling out to me. A nod of my head and I shake these highway men away..but their presence lingers like a dark foreboding cloud…..Their message is clear; Find a new path for the road you travel is one that has no exit. Turn towards the light and where the way is less fettered with diversions. Find the joy and passion in your daily tasks for the cold winds of decay await only a days away..
Tonight when I drift into the land of subconscious disorder I will pledge to heed the call of my essential emotions and release myself to fly.
These raw and wondrous emotions are the core of our being and their early morning apparitions depend on the job our dream weavers have done sorting away the random strands of unattached energy that have been generated by our daily struggle to process the world around us….
I have total recall of these sub-conscious sentiments.. They call like the wolf howl across the frozen tundra to me…. They carry messages from beyond my own personal aura and connect me to my fellow human travellers….
As a child I remember greeting each day with pure enthusiasm. As I evolved emotionally and physically, the drive to recreate myself in the image of my ancestors and the necessity of genetic survival, gave a sense of urgency to each mornings emotional re-boot. But now, as I am clearly in the latter half of my earthly existence, the embers of my passion no longer burn so brightly.
In those few moments between sleep and awareness, I sense a void. I see another place and here voices calling out to me. A nod of my head and I shake these highway men away..but their presence lingers like a dark foreboding cloud…..Their message is clear; Find a new path for the road you travel is one that has no exit. Turn towards the light and where the way is less fettered with diversions. Find the joy and passion in your daily tasks for the cold winds of decay await only a days away..
Tonight when I drift into the land of subconscious disorder I will pledge to heed the call of my essential emotions and release myself to fly.
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