The Truth of An Old Soul

This will probably be added to later but this is the Truth of An Old Soul.

    The words halt at the tip of my mind refusing to flow other than scattered images around my tired psychie. This is my curse. When there are so many thoughts, so many images, delusions if you will they fight to be exposed, to be understood by my conscious. My Muse has an odd sense of humor, she brings me dreams, visions of what could be but then laughs at my piteous attempts to put thought to paper. Whispers in the darkness haunt me in my waking hours and lands of long ago stalk my dreams. A soul out of place in this modern time, a longing to go back to my native home. The Emerald Isle of my soul, the place of old that calls out to me, tearing a piece in my already wounded heart. An emptiness so vast it seems as though even the great Atlantic Ocean could not fill the caverns that have carved themselves within the very depths of my soul. An Old Soul, a name, but yet so much more than just a name, the truth of my existence. A name that has slowly defined me as I realize with every passing day it's truth.

To dance beneath the darkened sky
Whispers of magic blowing in the breeze
Power abound within the soul of old
To call upon the roots that lie so deep.

    These are the words of my past, of my present and of my future, these are the words of my heritage. Both Native American and Irish, The Shaman, the Wisewoman, the ageless Great Spirit lives deep within me calling me to a lonely path that I know I must take. A sense of duty that others know not, but the demand of my soul to spread its wings and teach those who do not understand. That is the bane of my existence. Being bound to others through my need to teach and to lead others on their path through life, but seeking the solace of a forest or a desolate beach. Where my soul shall find peace has yet to be discovered but alas that is the curse of an Old Soul, to be forever trapped in the duty to help others and the wish to be in ages past. The only release; the written word. 

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

well brilliant words ring so true when they come across the ears in which they were intended. in my own mind and through the experences that i have seen and understood i know now i am not alone! i am an old souls as well as old as merlyn himself, his thoughts ring true in my heart and in my deed of action. but still i struggle against being who i was ment to be because i do not want the loneliness that will follow, but at the same time i live it each and every day. to be a druid in my case, it is to seek knowledge and understand the world around me. to teach what i know so people may live in intelligence not ignorance. i do understand the aloneness, solitary thoughts bring out the best and when you put them to paper it transcends it to beauty uncomprehendable by visions and it is one form mother has aloowed us to understand our own minds and to glimpse what athers are thinking.

i like the honesty that you put forth and the way it just is! well done and may the blessings of the ancients truly bless and keep you and the lord and lady watch over you!

blessed be!
windstorm

[pal]

Well structured and built with much power inside.
Lovely one.
pal

[Annalisa]

Being an old soul, a caretaker, is a head and never ending journey. But few other lives are as fulfilling as being the one to take care, guide, and help those that you love and hold dearly to your heart. This is a lovely piece, powerfully, sad, and yet hopeful as well. I loved this, great job.

[J]

Deep-rooted probity I see in this write, Brette. Makes my eyes sting with envy for your clarity of purpose in this life. Old soul? That speaks to me of the depth of your ancestral adherence ~ which is a fascination to me .... genetic inheritance that inexplicably tugs with such strength. Being of Scottish/Irish/Welsh descent ....... I've always been drawn to the Highlands ~ that ragged, inhospitable coastline I vow to visit before this is all over .......

Bravo this write. I love your open, powerful disclosure. Thank you for this insight into you. ;-)

j

[Dezaraye]

This is beautifully written and well expressed, Brette. So many of your struggles are mine as well. There's a deep seeded restlessness within me and I don't always understand where it's coming from.

I'm so glad you shared this with me. It's beautiful.

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Let the heaviness flee from you. This is a great gift that you have to give............give it with lightness of being.

[wizthom]

it is often said the wise walk alone as spiritual walkers of the physical realm,
such as the truth of an old soul, with me it's not word play that holds my attention ,
it is how you use ur emotions to bring words to life ,,and i find u did it oh so well here,
these the words of who you are,,peace wizthom

[Picasso]

That was an interesting and pleasant read. I enjoyed the beginning in which there was a dark, foreboding feeling in the writing which then progressed into a deeper feeling. Very nice flow.

[Wildfleour]

Outstanding write!

[Ralphy]

almost how I feel when I visit the mirror...absolutely Fabulas. This was a treat to read and these words stung me...

To dance beneath the darkened sky
Whispers of magic blowing in the breeze
Power abound within the soul of old
To call upon the roots that lie so deep.
Thank you for this wonder read...

[Jason]

My favorite line: "My Muse has an odd sense of humor, she brings me dreams, visions of what could be but then laughs at my piteous attempts to put thought to paper."
This is the profound truth isn't it?
Images in my head. So many thoughts and ideas and even ways to carry them out. But the block be not from my Muse...it is my ability to make them come alive...

Thank you for posting this...

JAson