Battlefields Within Our Minds
Reminding one of an ever-expanding thought process
Never giving thought to whether I would be saved, just living by what feels acceptable or beneficial to self and all. Maybe it was stubbornness to outside worldly influence, clashing with inner knowing of how the world might appear in my world.
Living to the fullest, zig-zagging in and out of traffic, careless at first glance but assuredly methodical in pursuance of an end goal of something not fully understood, taking every breath to its last, every step to world’s end, expanding boundaries every day.
Voices screaming “you are not invincible” from the outer voxes playing by everyday rules, ignoring them with replies of “go back inside your little cave! Tending to personal adventures, extreme to ‘the others,’ redirecting, recreating realities as visional within inner realities, going to meet outer boundaries, nudging them forward once more, doing what ‘they’ said can’t be done. *Why do I suddenly hear Jerry Reid singing in the background?
Maybe I did not, but already knew, savings for another day? Each moment was facing a near-death fade to black, either ending or a new beginning of the same. “Holy smokes,” retorting reply, unscathed by yet another attack of the unknown strikings of lioness roar.
Thrown from this world, thwarted into the next, unofficial observance of thought reality, causation by own two, twisted by fate and altered by you. Geometrical and alchemical processing of consciousness, unseen becoming physical proof — there is something more to what has been told.
Trapped in the abyss, surrounded by darkened souls lingering all-around, the breath of life flowing through its entirety — shining for another day of soul binding mystical understanding not linguistically tangible by common perception, carrying on like a torch-bearer hoisting the Olympic flame.
Challenged by subtleties and catastrophic events inflicted by the masses, still foreign is the thought of being saved. What is the magical formula — the Giver of life? Can it be recorded, documented, and copy-written? Uncertain to the many questions posed by ‘the others,’ carry on with day-to-day pushing terminus into a transmuting vibrational frequency into a continuation of souls offering new hope of possibility.
Doubting Thomas appears at home’s front door, ringing to an unanswered sound of faithlessness, knocking and begging to enter daily practice. Unwelcome opening of the sacred entrance to the inner sanctum, “take a seat Thomas, let us have tea.”
Head to head or side by side, paralleled battlefields within our minds, gratitude for this visit once again — reminding one of an ever-expanding thought process. “Thank you for coming Thomas, so glad we had time to chat. Our time is done. It is time for you to go.”
~ Ani Po
I tried to address this prompt in normal writing fashion, but I swear my life is one giant prose poetic mix of realities spilling onto the page. Maybe it is my lack of punctuation, grammatical appearance in its proper form? or maybe it is a desire to captivate the reader into a spinning world of thoughtless boundaries, expressed in thought-provoking words of chain-less beginning and ends?
I go with the flow in an ever-spinning boundlessness swaying in figure-eight patterns that natural flow invites us all to take hold, choose to enter, life-altering strands of hope, faith, and unlimited love pouring over all wounds of past, present, and future encounters.
I have never been one to live by the boundaries set by the governance of our daily lives. I often write “the others” into my pieces, symbolizing the majority of people falling into the day-to-day traps of self-inflicting reality. Further referring to them as “They” without judgment of who or what they stand for, it just does not compute in my trade of thought.
Being thrown from a car, a motorcycle, and a bicycle, hanging from a cliff or a two-story building, ‘the others’ plead with me to slow down. Maybe I can slow down, or maybe I cannot? Maybe it was not time for me to slow down, offering an extreme example of pushing boundaries for others ‘to see.’
‘To see’ is to bear witness to a higher belief in what we can or cannot do, blowing the equations to life’s problems out of the waters and throwing the formulas out with the trash.
Rewritten is the formula to life, infusing spirit’s sacred touch upon our souls.
My most difficult situations in life are those who see linearly, believing it to be true. Never giving thought to other possibilities, I struggle to keep these feelings at bay. Collective mixed into own thought, inviting Thomas to join us for tea. Extended stay or short visit is dependent upon the flavor that is served. As for the time of our visit, they are short-lived offerings to see into the minds of another, digging deeper into the cosmic dance of ‘all there is.’
‘All there is,’ referring to a greater perspective on life — seeing beyond the beliefs of the narrowed ways, in the eyes of spirit we are becoming.
We all have our doubting Thomas who appears at our doors, whether we believe in the message carried inward — remains undefined by self-realizing thought.
To answer the prompt, I cannot — for I am too busy ‘being’ what I was called to be. Wait, I think I just answered the question. Then again, maybe I am just delusional?!
Thank you Dan Catalin for the prompt and Diana C. for housing our words.
