EMOH: a retreat. an escape.
Dread engulfs me as I think about the sanctity of my inherited habitation. I wonder whether distance has separated us or is it the other train of thought that has carried us farther away to north. The emotional conscious fills the air around and tries to assert its influence where the individualistic notions have settled in. There is still a cloud about the tower of individualism, whether it is worth the climb or shall one just desert it and retreat. However, if the journey hasn't been taken, who shall reveal the mystery and be the guide to others. It is impossible to say that one does not do things for others as the invisible chains bound us together and our actions shall bear consequences to all. Shall this journey not then be embarked upon? It might perhaps be a release from idleness, and the esteem that the self lost at its own cave. Is it wrong that the feet grows cold now to think whether to retrace its steps to rejoin the past dwelling and to lead the renewal of those familiar feelings though they are friends with pain.
How shall I say then to that giver of life that though there is still love while it sleeps, it wakes up to see his face. For those nurturers alone one turns back and supply them with momentary happiness and embrace as if it will recompense for those months and years lost. Yet there are other desires and just a life but plenty to learn. Choice is the biggest confusion of the earth. The mist has entered the scene and the caps have found new heads at the end of another year as Keats leads the 'swallows' to migrate. Who doesn't dream of that warmth that is forever waiting to cushion us. Still should this mind dwell in the matters of the mind or the heart? Answers lie with none except time. She'll come right at the end of my contemplation.The joy lies not in memory but in recreation, as some do take pleasure in painting the walls. Did I not lose the old wallpaper already? I forgot even that trail of thought. So, as the boat shall come with the flow and there will await its resident to be taken away wherever the wind shall blow. It is indeed quite unnecessary to stick to things as there will always be the natural pulls- sometimes unconscious and sometimes forced. It is in our power to take the course and recourse.
This is why fear was the first to leave as the others arrived with a little Confidence. This all happened right when the soul was taken to a strange place. There she knew nothing thus traced her own path. Filled with excitement and pleasure as it followed Curiosity, it soon took a new identity. Here, they even call her with a different name now. She then found Dream and made other friends, so many of them. There are always things that occupy her, only in the twilight does an occasional voice reminds her of the old Emoh. The first revisit is ecstatic and yet a certain gaze makes her uneasy as those searching eyes look for differences between past and present but the former is hidden underneath the blush. She feels alienated among her own society and the ideas separate the two. She lives with Sloth and Gluttony, so that her return to the city is a sweet escape from the two. There is a whole new meaning to life that knowledge and education give birth to. Although, the soul at times is perturbed sometimes by the confusion of her duality of identity and life. Then, 'Emoh is a retreat!', cries she.
I sometimes visit her at Emoh, she tells me nothing yet I derive from her feelings. The chords that were long broken at birth but it is now alone that she suffers its physical manifestation, thus, seeks an escape from that enclosed space of idleness. Only if those that belong to Emoh understand the importance of this journey outside its boundaries that belong to its children. The world where they step out to define who they are, therefore, permit them this confusion whether they belong to you or not. But if the chord had already snapped, then were all these years of relationship that you call natural nothing but imaginary? It is a question that has brought some meaning along and made everything else meaningless. Yet there is endlessness in trying to define the meaningless. A bell ticks somewhere after every hour that passes. It is time again to go back. To embrace the laziness of the winter. Will be there an escape? But to where?
How shall I say then to that giver of life that though there is still love while it sleeps, it wakes up to see his face. For those nurturers alone one turns back and supply them with momentary happiness and embrace as if it will recompense for those months and years lost. Yet there are other desires and just a life but plenty to learn. Choice is the biggest confusion of the earth. The mist has entered the scene and the caps have found new heads at the end of another year as Keats leads the 'swallows' to migrate. Who doesn't dream of that warmth that is forever waiting to cushion us. Still should this mind dwell in the matters of the mind or the heart? Answers lie with none except time. She'll come right at the end of my contemplation.The joy lies not in memory but in recreation, as some do take pleasure in painting the walls. Did I not lose the old wallpaper already? I forgot even that trail of thought. So, as the boat shall come with the flow and there will await its resident to be taken away wherever the wind shall blow. It is indeed quite unnecessary to stick to things as there will always be the natural pulls- sometimes unconscious and sometimes forced. It is in our power to take the course and recourse.
This is why fear was the first to leave as the others arrived with a little Confidence. This all happened right when the soul was taken to a strange place. There she knew nothing thus traced her own path. Filled with excitement and pleasure as it followed Curiosity, it soon took a new identity. Here, they even call her with a different name now. She then found Dream and made other friends, so many of them. There are always things that occupy her, only in the twilight does an occasional voice reminds her of the old Emoh. The first revisit is ecstatic and yet a certain gaze makes her uneasy as those searching eyes look for differences between past and present but the former is hidden underneath the blush. She feels alienated among her own society and the ideas separate the two. She lives with Sloth and Gluttony, so that her return to the city is a sweet escape from the two. There is a whole new meaning to life that knowledge and education give birth to. Although, the soul at times is perturbed sometimes by the confusion of her duality of identity and life. Then, 'Emoh is a retreat!', cries she.
I sometimes visit her at Emoh, she tells me nothing yet I derive from her feelings. The chords that were long broken at birth but it is now alone that she suffers its physical manifestation, thus, seeks an escape from that enclosed space of idleness. Only if those that belong to Emoh understand the importance of this journey outside its boundaries that belong to its children. The world where they step out to define who they are, therefore, permit them this confusion whether they belong to you or not. But if the chord had already snapped, then were all these years of relationship that you call natural nothing but imaginary? It is a question that has brought some meaning along and made everything else meaningless. Yet there is endlessness in trying to define the meaningless. A bell ticks somewhere after every hour that passes. It is time again to go back. To embrace the laziness of the winter. Will be there an escape? But to where?
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