When I am alone, the layers of loneliness that I experience can be pretty hellish. If there are a lot of distractions, I don't feel the pain and discomfort of being alone. But as I dare to allow the dangerous risk of silence, I find that there is peace on the other side of my chaotic nervous system, radio static. A peace that unholy forces wish to keep my mind away from through chaos and distraction. Because, on the other side, there is something that those who only covet originality can not have, and that is true authentic creativity. But I must brave the risk of a lonely, isolated existence and landscape to find it. And until I am fortunate enough to find another soul who has braved the journey, I will carry on. Even when I meet those brave souls, I know there is more terrain to traverse. So, when the creative flow becomes jammed and tethered to thoughts, I remember that the journey that got me here is never-ending. Accepting the hidden gift that quiet loneliness can be just as kind and compassionate as a friend.
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A man walking alone
by the whispering shore
hears more than he knows
and wraps his heart
in the best kind of silence
the sea can deliver.
Whether ocean or river
the great waters
can make a man wither
just enough to give him pause
in his rush to get beyond
his untamed self.
And the wind
at his broad back
keeps him moving
toward the best days
he has yet to fashion
with strong hands
and a will that stands
firm even on shifting sand.
Beautifully written, poetry of the soul
Love you 💜beautiful