Angst of the Dreamer's Soul by dreamer_s

End of a long day,
just breathe.
Let the air whoosh in,
unclenching your heart tied in knots,
always wrestling, searching,
for the elusive treasure
but rarely grasping answers.

It’s ok, though,
is,
will be,
and was –
It all turned out.
Everything in due time.
Your heart is beating
and so is the world,
pulsing to the rhythm
of beautiful simplicity.

Breathing,
listening to the air humming, brushing,
feeling it plunge,
diving through my chest,
opening, stretching,
clinching every muscle with liberating tension.
Time is frozen for one second
as I close my eyes to feel,
to let this pulse of life capture my soul
to let this breath fall
through…
Through silence
as mind embraces body
to fill my soul
even down,
all the way,
to its infinite depths.

This breath – lost in space
plunged down beyond time,
echoing in simple silence
like a dream.
Colorful textures,
resonating off the barriers of this perpetual expanse…
No wall exists!
I can do and feel anything!
My soul is freed from its bars
of harsh, clanging reverb.

Passion has no end.
There is no bed-rock,
lying shallow in my soul.
Freedom, creation, love,
can never fill this universe inside me.
They are like the air rushing through me –
I grow to hold the air,
my soul, expanding,
rarther, deeper, wider
to capture the breath.

And when the breath dies
fleeing from its hold,
my soul, body, shrink back to size zero
to hold reality again.
For reality is rigid,
confined to compact cubes of truth,
too tiny, too shallow to fill the dreamer’s soul.
So we live our days taking dieted gasps,
too afraid to breathe deep and plunging,
running away, trying to avoid the choking emptiness
of a soul that cannot shrink.
Can't let the dream die
but somehow we must survive...
angst of the Dreamer's soul.