Dancing the dream

Currently reading the book:
Dancing the Dream,poems & Reflections
By
MICHAEL JACKSON

PUT OUT THE FIRE

It is 2:40 am in the night.I am walking on the Ludlow street and everything is silent. Darkness is resting upon the deserted roads.I stop walking and wait for the signal to turn to red from green, even though all street is deserted and i could have not cared about traffic rules, but after all it is USA and at this time of the night, I should be more careful.

Inside the paths of my mind , I feel lost and my soul is incomplete. My heart is on a fire insatiable and incomprehensible, burning away for unknown reasons.

Suddenly i hear a shrill sound and a fire engine flashes by in a hurry. I am careful to remain on the other side of the path.
The slender body of the engine goes away with glowing brilliant red and orange lights on it.I am still on the other side of the road, my feet frozen at the spot

A thought flashes in my mind. Somewhere, the firefighters shall be able to douse the fire where it occured, and rescue the people from the catastrophe.
But it is such a pity that the same fire engine cannot douse the flames rising in my heart and charring it away. I thus stand in wonderment.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Sometimes, it is so strange, that you have the solution-engine passing you by, when there is fire of questions and doubts in your mind, but sometimes, the solutions which work for one situation may not work for the other. Clearly, the fire in this heart cannot be extinguished by the enormous water tank of this big fire engine, but perhaps by something else.

Just then, I sat down on a bench close to the path and there was an endless flow of water, saline though. I realized i was crying endlessly to my hearts' desire. In some time, i felt mellowing of the fire in my heart as my eyes' engines emptied themselves in full fervor.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Many a times, the solution to a problem lies inside us. Just that we need to see it through egoless eyes.

MAZED MIND..

A voice banging in my head loudly and giving rise to these thoughts: Don't know why but since some months, my mind is in a maze, as if its not a human mind,but an animal's mind, emptied of all logic and sensibility in its entirety
. I don't mean in a pervert sense, but yes in a too impulsive and obsessive sense.
I am almost on the verge of giving up...

Giving up something , which agreed does not fulfills my heart desire and passion any longer, but surely it was something which I just cant shun away or discard right away, because it was won at too high a price, both in terms of money and time, labor and endeavor.



Another voice whispering:
Fight the convolutions of the mind and be strong..
I have to be strong...
I have to be strong...
There is a powerful force around me laden with positive energy , which is battling with negative energies emanating in my mind. I would like to call these negative energies to be clouds of confusions and convolutions..
The strong force girdling me is every time protecting me from downfall. Downfall of spirits and hope...And precluding my fall from grace..
Oh Lord, Grant me the grace to accept what I cannot and the courage to change what I
CAN...


Voices in a mind mazed...
voices rattling, some whispering..
but in the end if i hear with the heart of hope and the soul of silence, I can hear the wise voice...!! which is in form of whispers...!!!!!