The Secret Garden!

Clairvoyance. Yes, I denounce this world full of ivy acid, thudding away my age old elating wine, out of Thou exhilarating decanter into a wandering darkness. Ashes down there and flying around are that of my stoic innerself, which just burnt, with that loud fire prowling to cage me in me .I want to dwell deep into seclusion, somewhere far away on non human earth .My head is swarmed with words and artistry and more artistry.

Listen to me closely, listen:  These are no laments, not at all. They all were this to me, my ethereal soul, the soul that frantically echoes to reach Thee. Each of them. Roaming down these eternal streets, they stop me to usher, they do, but throw me deep down into howling me. And me, howling and asking to uncurtain the drabber of my zealous nerves, those jaded but trying ones. Yes, all my nerves. They are all the same. One and the same thing, they just appear and render me more scuffle within, putting those nails deep into my flesh. They make more and more howling down my burnt soul. I squirm. I know it is hard to believe but believing is the only gate of this cage palace.

And you, my life, I live within your breathe. Its me the denizen of you, I have long since resigned feebly to haranguing braids of your spiritual hair, your being and you. I wonder how my recluse soul not only accepted but sold me away to you and made me you. I am nowhere, yet I am you.

Veering me out of this frantic realm, a fake realm of these despots is Thou. The Exalted and Eternal. I frolic around and around, we have Thou. I turn to Thou, I tenor to thou in ecstasy, for I am a mendicant of Thee. These words can’t become a form of Thy eulogy. Certainly Thou are “Lord of two easts and Lord of two wests.”

The Passion in my restless soul rejuvenates and I live. As if I live.

 

 

PS: The Secret Garden is not any article, however, an secret expression.

 

 

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