A chat between illusion and reality, an eruption of feelings…
This forest is so dense,
It is too dark, misty and cold,
I can hear the ice cracking its jokes,
I can feel my breath breaking,
I am alone.
I am running and,
I cannot catch my breath,
This place is too immense,
It is too damp and the ground too steep,
I am trying not to fall,
I am holding tight to stay alive,
I do not belong in this dimension,
I just stopped breathing and I fell in this unfamiliar place,
Above me is a place too dark and below me is a swamp.
When will the sun come out?
My lovely sun, that keeps me warm, and envelopes me with love and protection,
As I face this place that has tried to steal my soul and locked me in this dark cold forest,
I wish for the light, and in my mind I am running towards it,
Searching for a glimpse, looking for a sign, nothing can be seen.
I hate this noisy silence,
I hate this fake smile,
I hate this strange pat on the back,
I hate this look of deception,
I hate this pretense,
I hate this indifference.
Why? Why am I out of breath?
I was once a dancing Gypsy living under the sun,
I was a child of the light, blowing golden dust and breathing into the endless fields of lavender,
Why am I in this dark place? Who has cast a spell?
I will not stop running,
I will not give up,
I will keep on searching for the light,
I will not stop dreaming of my sun,
I will not stop breathing,
I will not stop dancing,
I might be out of breath now,
But I am not out of soul.
I will come out of this dark miserable place and,
I will forgive you for throwing me there,
I will breathe, I will breathe again and,
Even if you hurt me,
I will blow you some golden dust, to fill your icy heart with love, and color your life with light,
I am a Gypsy with an eternal soul,
I sometimes stop breathing,
I live different lives,
I taste different flavors,
I fall, I die, I stop breathing,
But my willpower is my fight,
For my life is a beaming light,
And I always emerge…
I dance for love, I breathe for adventure,
I am peace, and I bring peace wherever I land,
I breathe, I breathe, I breathe light.
Such a lovely post….
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Thank you Erik. 😊
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Thank you Erik.😊
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SO. IN. LOVE. WITH. THIS.
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Thank you so much ❤️
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expressed perfectly the chaotic conversation of illusion n reality
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Thank you Soumya. I enjoyed reading your poems too, such inspiring and transitional words- Thank you for sharing with us 🙂
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I love it :):)….keep your words coming ….. cant wait for the next post.:)
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Thanks so much Celino. ❤️❤️❤️
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i love it :):)……. keep your words coming… cant wait for the next post :):)
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Thank you Celino. ❤️
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Beautiful post.
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Thank you Kevin. You have a great blog and wonderful books.
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Thanks!
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Thank you John for linking my post and sharing my gypsy soul journey.
With Love
Nadine
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Beautiful….
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Thank you!
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Fabulous!
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Thanks so much! There is nothing more important than being able to breathe 🙂
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Arrrgh, Beautiful as we dance, along in the Sun beams gathering our light in laughter.. Shimmering magical moments we travellers capture between the spaces of a paused breath.. We shake off the dark cold icicles that keep us frozen in time… We know only joy .. For to breathe.. is to live! 🙂
Wonderful descriptive poem, enhanced with your beautiful photos .. Loved it.. xxxx Blessings Sue xox
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Dear Sue! Your comment means so much to me,,,we might have met before:) It is true we have to face the dark and cold sometimes, and it is not a place we enjoy being..however, the sun will always shine and people like us, will shine too, we will breathe, we will live and we will never stop loving 🙂
Blessings to you too
X
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Stunning…such beautiful imagery that speaks to the soul 🙂
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Thanks so much Morgan! Glad you enjoyed this journey of mine. There is nothing more important than to breathe…and enjoy every breath.
Regards
Nadine
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Amazing artwork and words. Good to be a Gypsy. We can’t allow the walls to become prisons.
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Thanks John for enjoying reading my post and for your lovely comment. Being as free as a Gypsy feels so good!
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a moving poem and so well presented. peace, Soul Gypsy.
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Thanks so much Sun, I am so glad to hear you have enjoyed the music too!
Love
Nadine
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