Got A Story To Tell? Find Your Soul: Say it Well!

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Before you exist there is but one soliloquy for humanity   a singular GIST

 Then from stage left the newborn emerges with its indignant yodel
indicative of doom Jarred from its romper room…. in the  womb.....delivered into the cradle.
 

The babe in arms gurgles an ode to the milky way
Not much  to say by way of an in depth commentary. There from its suspended state of euphoria
Offers, but a main idea born of a milk induced stupor.

A cruising toddler knows and tells no lies
Sees no guile
In its circuitous  tall tales of no. ......Oblivious to its 
circumstance

Ere comes the phase of youthful eyes, looking
through glass........
At  Adolescence
Adolescence
Marked by blooming bluebonnets and lavender
fields, sun kissed turquoise shores, cityscapes encrusted in a billion points of twinkling lights, mosaic inlayed mosques; Easter hats, dresses and polo matches…. a life of bliss
Enumerated in journals with fountain or rose colored pens of variegated ink…
pretty in pink.

All the while with your story balled up in your
head….going nowhere

And what of love 
Perhaps a grown up fairy tale of Cinderella 
What is your potion….. What is it that is written  for you in the stars?
Is it  an epic love
trilogy of Tristan and
Isolde that may yet
unfold?
 A doomed throw back to
A tragedy of the stuff
Aida was made of ?
Your Love story coming at you from the west side with
destructive gale force winds
from the East

 Take two......
A Google eye view of a teen hood ruptured
Squinting at life
through Shattered glass 

At the other side of midnight 
Life on a stage built for
a different script.....  
A different booklist filled with routines and themes of
endless turmoil
Here lies unfinished drafts of Bleeding sweat
in stifling shops;
Terrifying Tippy Toe Treks through
Merciless Minefields
Sweltering Safaris
to
mud holes
for a drink of
water before you die.....

Imploding your reverie into smithereens.....
Love Gems as yet unspoken Falling silently from your lips….
into the dust
Undulating no more; your unrythmic hips......
 lay unreponsive; fractured ….   devoid of lust
With Dewey Eyes flung wide open in  disbelief on first sight of the seedier side of love

And all the while your grown up Christmases are coming at you fast and

furious.......

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Life and death, Love and War, Joy and Pain   happening at warp speed… faster than
your pen can fly across the page.  YourLife becomes a constant struggle to accurately Capture and Post YourPurpose and  existence on the Wall of the Universe. 

Frustration sets in and you switch genres in desperation; in an effort to manage the birth pangs of your unfinished story. Your poetry becomes prose; Truth reads like fiction; Your world has come undone. 
 
But wait…. there is that glimmer of somethingness;  that insurgency in your soul that cries out and looks back in wonder at the nothingness from whence you came.  A soul poised in  readiness to receive and  accept the comforting overtures made by mother nature. A Soul that embraces those unexpected moments of restoration of faith in human nature... And then…..There’s that soul stirring glimpse of the Mind of your Maker……. 

These saving Graces give voice and
structure
Proffer meaning and avenues through the
rupture
Provides A Centre that can
hold 
The GIST of a story that MUST be
told.