Friday, November 21, 2014

coming home

so far from home, for so long.. until home seems like a distant dream. unreal. difficult to remember things habits patterns that have defined me, building me block by block, making me who i am today.
but somewhere an incomplete spaces makes itself heard, a void like place slowly opens in the deeper layers of the subconscious mind, perhaps even deeper, in a place that poets define as the soul.
and home beckons, with a familiar longing, in a voice that is recognized by instinct rather than intelligence. in a thousand tongues, silently.
a world that lives in your genes. sights smells that have served to teach you meanings and concepts, defining the way you look at life. inheritance matures sooner or later. choosing a point in your life and declaring its significance.
you can run and hide from the world outside, but there is no running from what lies within you.
of what I've seen, people r capable of both good and bad. they are capable of both .. loving u and  hurting you. and don't think yourself any different. you also, are capable of both extremes of man.. the animal that descend from the ape.. and the more spiritually advanced creature of god. the dance of life between these two extremes defines all. and it is born by choices, which are predetermined to a large extent by what home is.
and each one of us born with a  negative balance, with the burden of the original sin.

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