Wow

[tsumik]

Just cause I'd like to bring some thoughts to you all. here is something I started last year but only made three entries. I didn't have the happy convience of LJ back then. Sorry it's long but I think it's worth reading...


There is this dream I have. I can't explain it. It resides in my mind as been there ever since I knew how to think. As in knowing my own existence was individual and knowing it belonged only to me. I have shared bits and piece to people. But I've never explained this dream to anyone. Mostly cause I can't explain it to myself. Inside me is this desire, this burning desire to make everything one. To merge all love and beautiful for everyone to share. Yet this is an impossibility since some love causes some peoples pain. And without that pain there would be no opposite in which to measure.
But I sit and think of these marvelous concepts.
A martyr. Someone who give a precious piece of themselves for the greater good. A greater person than what can be contained in their soul, which bleeds out to help others. Could I help some how? To open a door for someone deep in his or her mind and show him or her the beauty I see. I find that difficult. Who would listen and for how long?
The family. The sacred piece of men. To those who grasp and understand the beauty and the oneness that family brings. It's powerful. The look of a child, or namely the look of one's child. How grand that must be. No words are needed the concept is all.
Patriotism. Believing in what others have provided and continue to defend and protect that for others. I sit her and think what other things do I find beautiful like a dream.
Sadness, sadness can be beautiful. The loneliness, which makes us, pause and think of another. The little glow that fires inside from the concept. This woman named Kristina. I find beautiful. Maybe I can describe how maybe I cannot. It's like my head opens and my being becomes hers. No sign of my end or her beginning. The breaths we take, we take together. A feeling of lost but yet at home. The feeling of a long travel that's reached an end. The reward one find in the comfortable seat after a long day.
My breath. That is my soul I believe. I feel that when I close my eyes and think of the concept of her. Like a clean breathless air. Trickling away as in falling asleep. The soft moment in the still. A final smile before letting go and remember only her. That beautiful concept.
Does it perceive everywhere in some other form. The treasure of a book. A bridge between one dreamer and another. Material concepts that one can take with like a trinket. Its concept stands for something. And the concept of a dreamer. I believe that is me. That concept, can I share the beautiful dream with in me that I don't understand and plant it into another? Does everyone have their own beautiful dream? And if they do why do they leave it unstirred. So I start here. My long journey awaits me. How far I continue I do not know. But maybe I can give this to my children and maybe they can remember how beautiful I think of them. I can almost see the faces and I cherish it's coming dearly.

Comments

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[ricepaper.livejournal.com]

i believe that you are, honestly, a very good person,
and this makes me smile.

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[tsumik.livejournal.com]

sweet =) good people are welll... good =)

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Beauty. We're not the only ones who see it. And that gives me hope.

dreamer

[tsumik.livejournal.com]

you are not alone. You aren't the only one looking to the stars and wondering if anyone looks back. We all live in our own little worlds yet the light from other little worlds twinkle back a hello. =)

Re: dreamer

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Hello stars! The sky here is so much bigger, and I can still see the stars through the bright city lights. (thank goodness)