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TRANSLATION: Soul in Transition


I
My soul journeys,
To the source of knowledge,
Driven to ancient headwaters,
To purify self and bring refreshing joy
In renewal of being.
Soul purifying self at refined pools of ancient waters
To find reconstruction of meaning,
In refined crystalline pools ,
Distillation of all things
Made pure in crucible of human angst,
Far from flesh-

Mighty waters trickling,
Delicately pooling as pure knowledge,
These swarming pools of purity
Forming at benign foot of far off high mountains,
Gently refurbishing of ancient candor,
Bringing forth renewal,
In restoration bracing in its revitalization-

My mind is a blank canvas,
Upon which a motley splattering of colors,
Life's colors are being stroked in feathery layering,
Till form assumes shape,
And a new reality begins to emerge;
Creativity emerging as it were from thin air-

II
Some (people) race with the wind,
Others race against uncaring wind,
Others are simply borne on wings of wind,
I race with my mind,
Taking that which is physically non-comprehensible,
Upon feathery wings of passing wind, afloat,
Creating meaning out of thin air -

Discovery is awareness come into being,
Creativity is grains of the ubiquitous,
Trickling through narrow neck of time's sandglass
Forming patterns on shifting grounds
Of minds prepared to interpret its imprints;
Emerging creativity-

Soul caged in a body
Every now and then journeys away
To source it goes, for renewal,
When it does return
It leaves strains, imprints and mementos of its journey,
Imprints of awareness that enlighten,
Awareness mind assumes as its own discoveries,
Then mind exults in its creative insight-

Maybe, mind in man
Is capable of turning reality on its head,
Maybe it is able to paint on blank screen
Of consciousness,
Maybe mind is predisposed by its creative nature to be inventive,
After all man is carved in the image of his Creator.
Yet, my soul is an adventurer, seeking.
It escapes its body pod, every now and then,
Journeying,
Seeking enlightenment at source-

Soul, driven
By compelling forces
Of densest emotions
Let loosed, is ejected,
Forced forth to journey
Through nether-regions
Beyond being-

Soul sinking into darkest clarity
Unbound from body,
Ejected to further regions far beyond being
Into pristine darkness passing through narrow confinements;
Out of being's constriction it is thrust forth
To source, where pure reason is awareness
Revealed in things hitherto too obvious
To be seen by uninitiated mind-

Source is where emotions deepest moods, condensed,
Congeal indicatively, revealing,
Purest states of perfectly formed emotional states
Finding expression,
Condensed, dripping.
This is where raw emotions are refined
Through fine strainer,
Filtered, distilled and bleached till free of impurities,
There emerges beyond being's mood
In a place devoid of physical presence,
In reflective domain of almost spiritual,
Something new, a revelation that is knowledge;
Purity is a revelation enabled at source-

III
Release is a tearing away from body case, ease
Ease of(f) assumed states failing to sustain
As discordant rhythm of life that is disrepair, despair,
Gains ascendancy.
In slippage between changing states of normalcy,
Abnormality assumes a presence most disconcerting,
As harmonious co-existence of beings inner states,
Is perturbed and shifted out of harmonious planes
Of mutual co-existence-

Unease unseats seat of reason,
Violently shaking off restraint, letting loose,
A prolonged violent upheaval rocks emotions fragile ease,
Till loosened from its foundations,
Shaken, twirled and tossed on raging emotion's storms,
Emotions raging upheaval separates constitutes of being;
Mind, psyche, soul and spirit are raised,
Woken from subconscious's bed of harmonious co-existence,
In an instant, given conscious expression,
On waves of storms raging within,
Encased in casings splitting at seam
Split apart, separated-

Soul in free fall,
Loosing self in descending blackness,
Shot through portals of being,
Cast froth as though spewed through these narrow confinements,
Of places that have become restrictive,
These narrow corridors
Through which soul in flight seeks exit,
Seeking escape beyond body and being
To redefine reality in clarity afforded thither, beyond,
Of non-obstructive neutrality of expanding darkness
Stripping in its absorption undesired glare of non-sustenance, turbidity-

Even were soul, psyche and mind one and same,
What difference would it make?
If mind, psyche and soul were different would it make any difference?
If diversity in unity enables harmony of being,
Are these variations on a common theme,
In their individual expression of being relevance relevant?
Does it make any difference reason underlies insanity?
That only the situational insane thirst for knowledge beyond the pale?
When norm of normality is fast failing, fading,
When obscurity (predominant) in commonality obfuscates reason,
Reason that is fast losing its relevance in its unreasonableness,
Does it make any difference at all
That genius is mainly insanity
Of that will that in striving, thrives against questionable norm
Defined in reasoning of prevailing dominant?-

I know for certainty in my uncertainty that my soul journeys,
A separation occurs, has occurred
That has fragmented the being
Into shards of conflicting parts,
A part of me journeys beyond,
Beyond boundaries of normalcy,
Through reasons narrow portals,
Soul in retreat to source, journeys
Searching for renewal beyond,
In nether regions-

Soul for a time outside time sojourns,
Traveling through nether regions
Regions of pristine darkness,
Towards source.
To headwaters of knowledge, in formation-

Untainted purity of pristine darkness,
These nether regions that soul traverses,
Unrestrained and un-distracted,
As it heads towards far removed highlands of knowledge-

Night-less skies,
Stark in its impressively imposing silence,
To source where fine trickle
Of refined wisdom rain in fine diffusion,
Water crystals caught in cold clasp of pure air
Streaming down these cold channels
Showers of mountain dew,
Rarefied air of imposing highlands-

Cold, cold, air
Of far away places,
Places so far from normal,
Places so wild in their absolute isolation,
Their purity in their separation is definitive,
Beauty that is frightening in its isolated purity
Far removed from non-sustaining mundane,
A calm coldness of re-assurance
That is impressively sober in its becalming effect
These headwaters at journeys end
Downside of weeping soul-

A single isolated soul,
Wandering far from known territories,
Lost to self, absolved
Absorbed in a mission undefined, yet purposeful,
Uncaring of all else,
Traveling to places so distant from known territories,
Reality dissolves into imaginary tales sifted
From ashes of prior states dissolving,
Reality dissolving into imaginary states
Even as imagination's firmer grip overcomes
Former imposed restraints irrelevant of soul unbounded-

Absolution of soul
In states of dissolving normality beyond being,
Self of soul in gentle transition
Through outer space of unimaginable wonder,
Immersed in fine showers of replenishing dew
Purity of cascading droplets
Of condensed liquid made pure,
Fine drops of showers, cleansing,
When soul in accessing its depths
Journeys beyond being-

A river roils within,
Through these ancient -outer spaces
Cutting a path through,
Far into highlands where few ever reach,
Frozen mass of purified mass, dripping
Far in those highlands,
Drops of refined sorrow,
Perfectly shaped pearls,
Smooth as though inner pain,
Gratingly rubbing soul sore
Had polished these tear drops
Of pearly shapes-

Pain is severe master craftsman
Of downside of dense emotions
Patiently grinding its perfect objects, unrelenting,
Toiling to release exquisitely formed droplets;
These droplets falling from great heights,
From deep within, coalescing,
Into clear pools,
Beneath these highlands,
At source-

These running streams of sorrow
Refined in turbulent workshop
Of emotions gone berserk;
Delicately formed perfections of fragile beauty
Perfected by rough hands grinding-

Sorrows handiwork are perfectly cut channels
Through which sadness flows,
In perfect purity-

My soul journeys
Through quiet places
Of pristine night,
Darkest night,
A black diamond of un-tainted purity-

IV
Soul cast forth,
Through narrow corridors constricting,
Spewed forth;
Through these suffocatingly pale passage ways
Un-sustaining in their impositions
On soul grounded in freewill;
Soul journeying
To find rebirth at source of knowledge,
Seeking understanding beyond self-

V
Reason is meaningless beyond being,
Soul cannot understand forces
Propelling it beyond being.
Set on ancient path, it goes forth,
Trust ever further from being;
Disharmony has shredded thin thread
That holds being's parts together,
Torn from its harmonious co-existence,
Soul can no longer fit in being, thus
Lone soul journeys,
Belonging is irrelevant to soul self isolated,
Immolated
Being as it were beyond self-

Diffracted being,
Perfectly split,
Separated at natural cleavages,
Parts entities onto themselves,
Together defining whole; being,
Incorporation that redefines existence,
At one planar level,
At other plenary levels of discordant existence,
One not taking cue from other,
Each redefines meaning at own level-

VI
These waterfalls of never ending pain, pouring,
Over well worn rim,
Misery pours,
Down through dense heavy emptiness
Of densest air lacking substance,
Then, sparkling purity
Of pain tinkle trickling so sharp in its clarity-

Tiny fragments of droplets,
Finely grounded in life's crucible of ire,
Sorrows bowl upturned,
Outpouring of ancient lava,
Guarded emotion's composing elements
Passed through fine strains of millions of fine points,
Of life's sharpest points,
These needle points nettling-

These strains of finest torments,
Deeply embedded in psyche's inner recesses,
Accumulated tiny drops,
Slowly filling up,
Till these little drops of sorrow,
Clearest sorrow liquidly in their crystalline purity
Collide and collate into streaming profusion outpouring
From forgotten depths rising,
Brimming to top from without;
At these lonely heights,
Buried deep within my soul,
I am drowning-

Welling upwell well of dewy pains,
Inflictions unchecked,
Pain experienced, pain postponed,
Disappointments stowed away,
Dark cabinets leaking,
Denuded sensations overexposed
To these finer points of emotions wrath,
Afflictions denied,
Elements deciphered in aftermath of fading experience, colliding,
Frozen droplets of purity,
These finely refined points of clarity aggregating, expressively,
Till these icicles of stored grievances,
Work havoc on these finer, tender sensibilities of flailing senses-

Melting lava outpouring,
Eruption of stored fury unleashed
Emotional outburst iconoclastic-

Emotions dam done burst
In fiery fury of momentous upheaval, meltdown
Shards of stored grievances torn with mighty blast
From icicles melting off icebergs,
When being's inner barriers are breached
By ancient accumulations,
Reason flees, is fled
Temperance is an assumption failed
When reality unhinged parts-

VII
"Too long have I lived
Among those who hate peace;
I am a man of peace,
But when I speak, they are for war."
(Psalm 120:6-7)-

VIII
Elements of emotion,
Collide and collate,
Colligating into running streams of refined sorrow,
Tears streaming down my face.
Buried deep within my soul,
Welling well of pain
Dripping with increasing torrents into my present-

IX
"This old building,
Keeps sinking,
My soul
Is got to move"
(Lashuna Pace -There is a leak in this old building - Atlanta born gospel singer).

X
There are those who are firmly grounded to the laws of man,
I am affiliated to the laws of the universe,
Finding expression within and beyond the being,
My reality is a part of a whole beyond my reality,
Soul is a but a sub atomic element circling a black hole,
In slipping through slipping edge
Of physical impossibility,
My reality emerges,
A process beyond senses sensibilities;
Existence at another planar level,
A beginning from beyond definable-

XI
Some break through barriers
Barriers mounted of mundane normality
On an adrenaline rush.
I cruise into renewing zones on wings of soul in flight,
On mind unhinged, soul set free, gliding, to source,
Soul let loose in reaction to reality and for a reason and reasons,
Seeking meaning out of undefinable,
Discovery is that hidden in sight of all, revealed to those chosen;
In a flash of revelation,
A light flicking amidst dim ignorance-

Creativity is divine inspiration,
Exculpation of failure manifest in present,
A self-redemption from beyond self,
Enabling act coming forth,
Borne on wings of awareness
By soul has journeyed beyond
Bearing knowledge on wings of discovery
From source-

From seat of divine ordination,
Inspiration descends,
From compassionate source of all knowing comes awareness
Dripping to pool
Beneath highlands of knowledge
Where source finds expression,
Restoration in restart is breathed upon soul of being
Projected to be mirrored among fleshly-

XII
These chilly waters reviving,
Rippling through well worn paths ethereal,
Pure.
Long before they became rapid torrents
Garnering myriad streams adjoining,
Muddied by emotions driving force pouring forth,
These cold waters from majestic headlands,
Salvaging, saving, salves on soul,
Soul hitherto weighed down in its long wandering,
Finds succor at source,
Uplifted, refreshed, vigorous, vitalized,
Soul in dark places of purity undefined
Braces self,
Against biting cold of purity
Letting forth a mighty howl,
Even as it wades into ancient chilly headwaters-

There is a place for flailing downtrodden,
Through these quiet, dark corridors,
Through well defined paths of wide vistas,
A place where few dare tread
Fewer still know of such beautiful and fulfilling destination,
Far removed places in isolated wonderland of less trodden paths,
Such a place, only saddest of soul dares venture-

Having found it
Such is purity therein,
Soul can only briefly savor that ethereal journey,
Lest it be seduced to refuse return to bring renewal,
These places not defined in sense terms,
Places of purest wilderness,
Arrest soul;
Paucity of journeying soul-

Revelatory moments briefly experienced,
Barely acknowledged ,
Eternally inscribed in soul's margin,
Lingering in its effect,
Changing course of being-

This place,
Whence this soul descends in ascension,
Rising in its stubborn isolated departure,
Fleeing,
Cast forth from emptying shell of being
Away from noisome pestilence of non-sustaining reality
On a journey of self discovery,
Inadvertently embarked upon-

Further from self
Such souls journey,
Further away they distance themselves from being,
Till set so far apart,
In vast plenitudes
Of quietness vast,
These plenary silence,
Way ahead is on and thither to source,
Where they must go,
These souls-

XIII
My inspiration takes its source from dark wells of sorrow, welling,
Where sadness is ancient accumulation of steady growth,
Lichens of emotions turbidity in steady growth,
A pervasive carpet of ancient growth,
Firmly rooted, well watered,
Frighteningly beautiful in their sad appeal,
In these highlands of wildest isolation
By self-

When emotions storms are unloosed,
Consoling mind flees inwards in search of soul;
Yet it is soul that journeys,
To ancient source of headwaters
Entrepot of sorrow, sadness and pain refined,
Where renewal of self calls forth reawakening-

Psyche battered, bruised in turbid upwell
Of being's emotional fiendish uproar
Seeks succor beyond self -

Before soul discovered ancient pathways,
I sought solace from common pool of ignorance,
Amidst unwholesome pernicious impositions of normality;
Listless madness parading down these corridors of self-destruction,
These frenetic aggregations of egregious errors, accumulating,
Misconception of wrong misconceived as norm, acceptable,
In these dried pools, in a desert of ignorance,
Dry places that fail to provide assuaging waters,
That slack these parched throats, wailing,
Amidst bitter spite spitting out vituperations of cacophonous angst,
My ravished soul sought resolution and was sorely ravished-

My embittered soul fell into these bitter waters
Of social failure manifesting,
Grand deception of normality,
Shredded on these rough social strainers,
Till exhausted, restless in futility,
In unrelenting heat of fumes of madness,
Soul fled,
Seeking escape-

Solace is a bursting forth from restrictive social restraint,
Out of this social miasma,
Into chilling night of unstained purity,
Where soul freed, draws a breath, inhaling-

XIV
Soul in retreat,
Seeking self beyond being,
Straddling portals of time,
Poised upon inter dimensional gateways,
As though one of those prophets of old
Perched atop craggy mountain tops in timeless deserts;
Sinai's purified heights,
Seeing into purity of angelic hosts,
Receiving answers to questions,
Their minds cannot formulate,
Much more provide answers to-

XV
"My soul finds rest in God alone,
My salvation comes from Him,
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
He is my fortress,
I shall never be shaken."
(Psalm 62:1-2)-

"Find rest, O my soul in Jehovah alone;
My hope comes from Him,
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
He is my fortress,
I shall not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on Yahweh,
He is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in Him at all times, O people,
Pour out your hearts to Him,
For God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:5-8)-

XVI
My soul bursts forth from narrow confinements,
Of severe impositions that drain without replenishing,
Seeking escape to nourishment of purity sustaining
That does not defile,
Seeking escape from ruinous constrictions;
That narrow existence,
Of pale restrictive rules that have all but lost their meaning
In these social miasma of polluted darkness and repressions reprehensible,
Impositions of unlimited agony-

Soul in flight is a flash of joy,
Lighting a path through primordial darkness
As it bursts forth through narrow confinements
That no longer can hold back buoyancy bursting forth
Soul is for once set free to inhale,
To take in pure pristine purity of sustenance
In ancient places unsullied by dismal momentary-

Through these fields of primordial joy,
To consoling headwaters,
Where creativity is restorative crystalline pearly drops of
Perfectly formed beauty dripping,
Big pearly drops from great heights do drop, dripping,
Renewal is in these gems of knowledge filling my soul,
This part of receptive whole long denied of its nourishment-

XVII
When external impositions,
Uninvited, imposed their fierce presence,
Of unrelenting impositions upon my soul,
Without consideration for soul's desire,
When inner harmony is rippled,
Distorted and broken at its foundations,
Then, is my soul expelled,
Set free from sarcophagus of crumbling flesh-

Long caught in funereal cavorting,
Of social slip stream, time passing by,
Where passing dead and dying are self denied,
To assume existence in denigrating dissolution
Of collective decay, dissolving,
In these miasmic puddle of putrefaction
Of fleshly existence;
Self denying ignorance-

My soul, for once, forces escape,
From depths of emotional demise
From dredged dregs of emotions in disarray,
When emotion driven mind state
Is contused beyond recognition.
When despair, sorrow, anger and numbness
Wrap mind in foil,
And restrained mind is no longer able to sustain being,
As though by one final effort at self redemption,
Even as being is losing its identity
In swelling sweltering mess,
Of collective pigsty of drowning filth, overwhelming,
Soul heaves itself in one monumental outburst
of subdued effort,
Ejecting itself from corpus decadence-

Soul's journey is not akin to sensory defined experience,
It is a venture undertaken beyond senses, capabilities,
Beyond senses narrow confinements of reality,
Propelled by forces beyond "reason

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