What a sweet witch she is. So subtly alluring, so beautifully sensuous. She is invisible, colorless, and she rides upon the chariot of words. She is sense, she is essence, she is existence. She holds me in her charm. Trapped I was in her blithe beauty for a long while without knowing it, and then feeling her presence within me incessantly like a throbbing pulse. Of everything I have encountered, she is the one who makes me feel the pride in being her servant. And she gives me back aplenty. She gives me words. And she gives me beauty through them. She gives me ugliness. She gives me pain, happiness, haughtiness, rawness, rusty-ness. For the first time I find 'me' melting away, dissolving in the charming chaos she has created for me. And I gladly melt away, searching, restlessly for her everywhere. I hunt for her in every nook and corner. On grey streets and houses tucked away under red roofs. Under the bed, on the dining table. In the winter's breeze, in the dull light of planes hidden in the clouds. In every thud, in every flutter.
But more than anything, she has made me honest. Truly honest. Being honest to others is one thing - you reward yourself with an exaggerated sense of being of a superior make. But being honest to yourself is altogether different. There are no rewards of pride - just plain, simple truths that you encounter. She has wrenched my soul completely awake and thrashed my mind to shake away its egoist slumber. My heart is perhaps the happiest, for it has finally found something for which it can do anything, absolutely anything. It could travel the universe and cross the mightiest oceans of imagination. It could rot away in solitude and find the secrets buried within, or mingle with the breathing minds outside like salt in water.
I have, finally, found my life's salt.
Entangle me, encumber me, oh pure essence that rides upon words.
Enrapture me, oh creative presence that rides upon words.
I shall hunt upon my very breath of existence for you.
But more than anything, she has made me honest. Truly honest. Being honest to others is one thing - you reward yourself with an exaggerated sense of being of a superior make. But being honest to yourself is altogether different. There are no rewards of pride - just plain, simple truths that you encounter. She has wrenched my soul completely awake and thrashed my mind to shake away its egoist slumber. My heart is perhaps the happiest, for it has finally found something for which it can do anything, absolutely anything. It could travel the universe and cross the mightiest oceans of imagination. It could rot away in solitude and find the secrets buried within, or mingle with the breathing minds outside like salt in water.
I have, finally, found my life's salt.
Entangle me, encumber me, oh pure essence that rides upon words.
Enrapture me, oh creative presence that rides upon words.
I shall hunt upon my very breath of existence for you.
