Gothic Mandala

When the dark devours you and you have the courage to explore it and conquer it, you are adding beautiful, rich and dark colors to the mandala of life.  The dark lord, the gatekeeper at the entrance to the Dark World, the Abyss, divulges his secret wisdom to you from the Ancient of Days but the price of that knowledge is your death.  For you cannot enter the Dark World still covered in your flesh.  

Words

I hate words.  They get in the way of what I am trying to say.

Spiral staircases

Walking up the stairs to freedom, pausing on the 4th and 5th steps.  I think I'm going to rest here for awhile and gather up my thoughts.

It's been a long, long journey...

But it's not the stairway to Heaven, no.  It's the stairway to Reality.

The coward's way

I put a noose around my throat, left it slack. I laid down, tried to fall asleep. I was hoping that with time, through sleep and dream, I would wake having forgotten the reasons why I chose the noose to begin with.

But I awoke, pulled the rope tighter, somehow enjoying the agony.

If I cannot forget, then at least let me drift into unconsciousness, riding upon the waves of memory.

Yesterday was such a pretty day...

Whisper

These are the Whispers of the Soul... Never bearing, no fruition... I planted the wrong tree. 

She said to me..

I will give you a bulb with treasures hidden. Fill it with naught that is forbidden. 

So on I went to bury the bulb. Ever wondering what Treasures it would hold.

And she said to me.. 

The soul will whisper Crystal and clear..But you must listen without any fear.

Then she said..

Don't edit your angel, she will sing to you a precious lullaby from a heart so true. Woven from your heartstrings fashioned to perfection.. And only the most golden of word selection. 

She said..

Now open your mouth and speak to the tree..

And I said..

I pour all of my love out onto thee!

The soul Whispers secrets to me..all bearing, full fruition.. I planted the right tree.