the sisters of the mists

Mountains of knowledge hidden under the mist

And yet so little words to explain them with.

Winds of change racing through out the paths

Of those unwilling to settle with the world.

So many riding with the breeze, so little seeing it fly.

A freedom unseen by many, felt by few.

An existence with no reason yet perfectly balanced.

 

How can there be no reason you ask?

 

Why should there be the same reason to everyone?

There is no reason because life keeps changing.

The mists of Avalon enter the road we are on

And recreate the footsteps we take, with each breath.

Walk my path with me and you shall see,

How useless it is to you.

 

Listen to the bagpipes with me and chant with the drummers

Feel all the answers you have in your soul

Stop looking for words to replace emotion.

Knowledge it is ancient and wise

Learned from books gone with the ages.

Like dust spread through out the world

Like it unseen they craw underneath your clothes

Gently tickle your skin and remind you it is still here.

 

So many lifetimes passed, all this knowledge stored

Yet hidden it is, kept in a box, locked with a chain.

So afraid, oh so afraid of what you are inside.

 

Confusion I see in many, as well as fear and wrath,

How can you have peace if you are not in peace/

Why do you expect to live your life in freedom if thyself is not free.

Spending years walking a path wrong for you.

Listening to others and walking their path.

Ignoring the little voice inside that is eternal.

The soul, the you without the shell.

An eternal, everlasting energy holding all the memory’s

That you gathered through out the years.

Storing it for keeping and usage whenever needed.

Why all this storing when you use none of it.

When you deny its existence and deny its origins.

Why refuse to accept you heritage and breath out all this shame.

 

Only when you know who you are you shall truly be free.

When you accept who you are with all the negativity on your path.

The you that you are. The magnifersant being that you are

Is stronger than all the illusion put together.

All of you here walking your paths

Dwelling in your minds.

Never seeing how breathtaking your existence is.

 

It is written in all the books and painted in all the art

What an exquisite beings you all are.

Having no idea how many envy the soul that you own.

The emotions that you have, the ability to create your own lives.

Yet you view your own selves as little and powerless.

Open your hearts to yourselves and see the power you have within.

Understand how grand you are.

Than may be you will know why so many wish to control you.

By controlling the king one becomes king.

One rules over the creators who chose to create.

One makes a world of their own when this world should have been yours.

 

Do you know what an afraid man is called? A slave.

To his own mind. No abuser needed to waste any energy.

For one puts himself to sleep, one gives up his own freedom.

If you look around and see all the sad people. All the pain, murders, abuse.

Tell me is this the world you want to be in?

It is a very sad sight to see so many given up their free will

Not able to crawl out.

Afraid and not knowing why.

Trying to wake up yet putting themselves back to sleep.

Following the mass like headless chickens.

Not once daring to just stop and yell ‘I AM HERE. I EXIST”

 

Many years ago a race was destroyed, it perished.

Why?

People’s fear of all they don’t understand.

Need to be someone because of not understanding who they are.

Thought of needing to kill in order to be safe.

Yet some are still here even though you saw their heads as a trophy.

Some would hide from you in the places you would never look.

 

I do not wish to say where that is

There is still too much aggression in this world.

I wonder what would happen if all the people here

Did one good deed a day? do you know how many that is in a week?

Imagine the world we would live in.

 

Dont try to change the world. You will fail.

Change the way you see the world

Smell the jasmine and the ocean.

Feel the sand of the deserts on your skin

The sun in your face and wind in your hair.

Feel a kiss on your cheak and the embrace around your shoulders.

 

Do you really believe that all these “bad” people are happy this way?

That they are this way cause they are so satisfied with their lives?

No.

They don’t know another way. They are asleep to the world.

Show them how to be happy, free and in peace by being that yourself.

Help them find balance within themselves by having balance within yourself.

Project what you would want to get from the world

And it will project it back to you. Karma isn’t always a bitch.

Though just she is and always on time.