Back to the JungleA Poem by EJ ServellonThere is a jungle within every one of usBack to the jungle I
go. To the great unknown
of my soul. So dense and full of
shadows. A deep black hole, at the edge of the
highest cliff. Where the noise of
monsters, can be heard lurking everywhere. The voice of fear in
my mind cries out. Don’t jump, for we
shall die! A thousand stories I
hear go off in my mind over and over. All different, yet
the same altogether. What will happen, if
we dive into this deep abyss?! Where is this place,
where I meet with myself?! My heart says hush to
all. For I have returned,
and you are free. The echoes of my
heartbeat can be heard and resonate. I have arrived to
attend to my garden. My sweet garden of
Eden. Where great beauty
lies everywhere, Only forgotten by the
sands of time. The shackles of
attachment, preferences, dogmas, standards, selfishness lie everywhere. I enter the gateless
gate. To continue to remove
the weeds of illusion and lies. So that my flowers
can awaken and blossom in all their colors. Once again, in the Sun’s
sweet loving light. The fractals of all
I’ve experienced. The shadows recede,
and life becomes abundant. One breath becomes
many, and many create transformation. Vibration of the
highest order, replaces all that is of
noise, chaos, and fear. My home, my temple,
my essence, my beloved. Is being washed, and
cleared by the tears of release, acceptance, love and joy. Slowly..little by
little… And this is fine. A moved stone becomes
moved mountain. A drop of water to a
wild river. Metamorphosis before
my very eyes. How to express what I
feel into words? Just
smiling..breathing. Dissolving the who,
the what, the why. Every shift is just a
new beginning. Now effortless to die
knowing, And to be born again, without dying. It is life in motion…just being… just perfect. © 2019 EJ Servellon |
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Added on June 13, 2019 Last Updated on June 13, 2019 AuthorEJ ServellonMount Prospect, ILAboutWise man once said: Our Age is seeking a new spring of life. I found one and drank of it, and the water tasted good. I share this thought as well. more..Writing
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