My intention as I write today is that the World inside of me - in its constant motion - stills itself for a moment - so that I can feel and express myself from the root of my heart.
Life hands me experiences and in the midst of it all - I find myself having to pause for a moment - put pen to paper so that I may hear for myself my personal and intimate narrative of my experiences …
Within this past year - I felt that I was quietly overcoming this intense heaviness that escaped my heart and pervaded my entire being. Everyday, moving forward … one step … every.single.step felt heavy … a heaviness that felt layered and un-moving in its nature!
His Heart so detrimentally closed off … shut off … caged shut … that it started to choke the Love inside of Her Being … hoping to stifle It to is death … so that it may not disrupt His Heart’s Vile Dormancy.
See sometimes the Truth is just that … the Truth … there is no room for neutralities … no need for understandings. The Truth is the Truth. There are false stories lurking … no, false stories are usually the loudest and most often spoken aren't they? But not for me - my Heart only knows Truth. False stories constantly trying to dilute Truth … constantly trying to drown out the Voice of Truth … constantly trying to Silence Her.
But falsities have no true backbone; no solid foundations - crumbling in a moments notice grasping at the air for something real.
The Truth is the Truth - yesterday … today … and tomorrow - you can’t escape it. Pretences inflames the truth - The Truth is agitated in the face of pretence; hurt in the face of denial; exhausted in the face of being misunderstood; enraged in the face of avoidance; disrespected in the face of cold nonchalance.
Hearts so adamantly at peace with its own demise - that it will stop at nothing to bring destruction to yours … ‘til you finally feel it … when it kills a part of you … when you feel a lifelessness inside of you … when something just lays dead inside of you.
A heart like that continues to live in the comfort of its own sickness … blind to the Impact of Its Destructive Nature!
A heart like that pulls you inside of it - deep inside of it - ‘till it gets harder and harder to feel your own heart beat … to hear what it sounds like … to feel its rhythm. To feel yourself losing the Rhythm of your own Heart - its losing the Way you exist within yourself; it's losing the Way you move through your Life.
Spewing its disconnected narratives … and inside there … inside of that Heart … you feel yourself disappearing … becoming more and more invisible … no-one SEES you; no-one is CONNECTED to you; no-one KNOWS you … because you’re not quite there anymore … not in the way that you used to be.
And yet every one SEES the Heart of the Empty One and is pulled into its disconnected narratives … and that’s who you become to the WORLD around YOU - a disconnected narrative; a lifeless being.
But the Heart of the Empty One - is the Heart of the Coward that pulls in more Cowards; more Sheep to blindly follows and abide to its lifeless and disconnected nature.
The Heart of the Empty One - bares His Chest proudly and haughtily to the WORLD because there is nothing in there that He is risking to show to the WORLD but He hides like a pathetic coward from the likes of the TRUTH. The Heart of the Empty One is a hunter on the look out for easy prey - the prey that will flock to his side … to hide … to hideaway … to cower from the TRUTH with Him.
He shows HimSelf to everyone but oh how he HIDES like a terrified creature from the TRUTH!
The Heart of the Empty One and Its Blind Followers still reach out to touch upon Her - but She seeks no refuge or solace in cold hands that smothered Her Spirit and choked the Love inside of Her Heart ‘till It stopped fighting back.
And She says,
“He will not taste My Warmth any further. His Callous Hands shalt not touch upon My Spirit and His Dead Eyes shalt not lay gaze upon Me to steal away anymore of MySelf.
To the Heart of the Empty One that touched upon something in me that made my Spirit want to shrink and hide itself away from the World and everyone in it - When my Spirit is revived to its pure fullness; When my Heart belongs to my Soul once more - The World will belong to me and everything living and breathing and moving shalt flow forth from these Precious Hands of Mine - untouched by the Callousness of Your Hands and the Unrelenting Darkness of Your Heart.”
Lived by - Chelsea Avasa Khan
