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Wandering Soul

Author: K
ASL Info:    26/Namibia/Africa
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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Wrote this for a friend. I think it can apply to me, to all of us.

Wandering Soul

The depths of sorrow can not be illuminated by the presence of light.
There are too many voids; too much of nothing; everything…
To untrained eyes it is shielded by guilt.
Guilt, fuelled by shame, brought on by insecurities to which you hold tight.
What would you be without these?
That is the question that you dare not ask…
Fear of what the answer might be. What it might reveal to you.
There is only one way to be free,
the truth sets us free.
So, by answering that question you will be free…
and that is what worries you.
By this shame you have reason, the right,
to be angry, feel hurt, be untrusting.
Without it, all would have been for nothing.

The contours of a broken mountain
fall steep at the summit and gradually smoothes on its descent.
Loose rocks tumble to the valley below even though
from the top it is out of view.
In order for the plants to survive the harshness of the wet and lack of sunlight
they have to bury their roots deep and stretch their stems,
in order to get their reward;
beautiful blossoms…
The observer oblivious…

Just like joy in our minds fail to shadow the pain gripping our hearts,
too overcome by the bruise inflicted while you played in the dark,
so too emotional growth is stunted by the failure to move on
and let what happened be a bygone.
The past moulds and through experience we learn,
but to dwell is paralysing and we are challenged without participation…
A bruise will disappear, a scar will remain.
The fact is that it is neither…
the emotion attached is real but it is not in control,
but yet we are marionettes
blinded by past atrocities
the lesson still to be learned.

Birds fly free
but they too are a part of Newton’s law
we are all attached to something
that holds us back and
just like a chameleon
we camouflage
to protect and not be exposed
too scared to confront…

the soul is restless
it wanders
Where is home?

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stanza one: V1 this is tricky one here. for the depths of evil I could say that light could shine through all of its gloom but with the “heart” some grief is so profound that it would seem like there is no light that could penetrate is depths. see the light has many forms in meaning for me. one the light of what is “good” though even that could be subjective. then there is the light of perception and knowledge and many of sides to that as well. light as in humor which I believe doesn’t have any place here. v2 then you have voids and nothing/everything. I believe here is it illustrated how deep these feelings go. V3 now here in this verse you have the guilt being shielded by the eyes, voids, and/or depths of sorrow? V4 the insecurities I feel that part. we have mechanisms in place to protect ourselves whether it be survival, emotional well being, and/or general state of mind. in verse 5 that is the million dollar question, where would we be? wondering if that is a step on the road of healing. maybe the light on at the end of that figurative tunnel is happiness who knows, many are doomed not to know what that is like. verse 6 seems like the “roadblock” for verse 5. in 7 the leading up to the answer in 8 the “truth” again subjective but those who don’t find those unshakable truths more power to them. the 9th reflects back to the 5th and seems to place more emphasis on that line. lines 12-14 I feel these lines and hey it is just one of those things people have to go through no its never an easy journey.

stanza two: ok now its starts to get a little more difficult for me here. V15 the mountain always can be seen as a higher state. in this illustration there is a mountain with its broken contours. now contours in a mountain guides water down among other things as well. water an obvious source of life. V16 a steep summit and gradually smoother terrain if one where to parallel to a life those high steep parts are our excitements and the smoothing is were we are more relaxed perhaps a release of stress. in a spiritual sense the low parts of the mountain are the easiest to transverse and to reach the highest points of attainment one would have to put our more care and work into it to reach the apex. V17 now the rocks which tumble could be those hindrances in life and/or spiritual journey. V18 I believe the reason the “top” of the mountain is not in view because perhaps it is hard to focus on the objective when being pummeled by these obstacles. and also it could mean at the same time one does not know where these rocks are coming from perhaps the apex and somewhere else. v19-20 the plants taking root and surviving the harshness. for taking root can mean standing on a belief which could procure durability and strength, but that is not the only I can extract from that also roots our family histories/genealogy. now always given that this could all be a physical mountain with plants and whatnot but I seriously doubt that given the first stanza. and there isn’t only one plant here but plural so a group or the narration implying a much larger audience. one must take root lest they be burned by the sun or not have the benefits of the water that feed them. for all these things are the trials that are placed on us. it all begins with a seed and that seed springs forth life it is how that seed is set that will make the outcome of its life known. the elements may battle the seed/plant but if it is strongly rooted is will withstand the more perilous of forces. unless a wolf comes by and all the sudden acquires a taste for plant life hahaha just a joke v21 the reward explained further in line 22 the beauty. I would translate that as beauty of accomplishment/attainment. V23 now this one could be a jump into a more plain situation. then again what is the identity of the observer? perhaps a person look at the beauty of the plant. I don’t know for sure.

stanza three:V24 in this I see it changes again to more like the first stanza. a look into oneself. the joy in the mind and the pain in the hearts I like how you presented that. many deep pains to seem to make any type of joy to be nil in comparison. V25 now here is do see as those who try to hide their misdeeds perhaps that guilt you have stated in line 3. V26-28 in growth we are stunted by those thing that hold us back. I can see the parallel here to the plant scenario on the mount. V29 the dwelling on those things in the past. that is a hard thing to let go of. but I can see that as growth hindrances. and those rocks you have put into the second stanza I would make them lay on the valley floor, though it is mostly implied, I would put some of those plants growing between the rocks. but only if you want to. I just think it might further strengthen your metaphor. V30 the bruise is the initial illustration of hurt whereas your scar is the more permanent and harder to heal from/ a constant reminder of past hurts. V31-35 ok here it is said the emotion does not control well I don’t know if I can agree with that some of us are so darn wired we are very controlled by our emotions but I guess rational and “sane” folks would have that measure of control.

stanza: the bird and Newton law I’m trying to see who that fits in all of this. now I can take it as a cycle the bird which carries the seed with it falls onto the mountain and starts the process of life over again. I’m not sure. perhaps another can have a view on that or any other part here.

well I do think it is a great write. I do love a lot of the figurative language here. well done, mike
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