posted on May, 22 2024 @ 04:40 AM
I live as a ghost.
I am an apparition of the dead.
I am made manifest to the living in a form that is as a haze.
I once was alive and have crossed path with Death.
I have left my body and returned Home.
I have left Home and returned to my body.
I walk and I talk, but no one knows or hears or sees Me.
In Truth, I know who I am.
In Truth, I know what I am.
In Truth, I know how I serve.
Yet I live in a lie, as a liar.
All that I once knew has been wiped to be replaced with a shadow of knowledge.
They call me mad, but I am of sound mind.
My expression has never been more clear and true.
Some say one must go through either an asylum, or prison, or death at least once.
Although in short sojourn, I've gone to all three.
I wouldn't recommend the latter.
Unless you live in Spirit, you might not make it back.
Death of the flesh is unavoidable.
But Spirit is living and immortal.
How then would the lifespan of the Divine be measured!?
What of existence beyond then?
Life is ill-defined...
Words are limited in expression.
As is thought itself.
In a way, even emotions are found lacking.
What lies beyond Light and Sound?
Does any One know?
Beware! There are wolves about!
Best ye find a Shephard before venturing forth!
Unless you know yourself...
^_^