Reflectology (3)

[netpositive]

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

Disjointed dreams. Huge forms. Dependencies. Tasks.
Loops. People taken to their logical extremes can be
painful. I'm not asked to say anything - I'm not asked.
Words are dangerous - too much information - pretense
shatters. Would you rather be real? Myself, I don't know.

I walk around followed by crows. The world is falling
towards winter. I must rise, but how? And to where?

If no one here speaks my language, maybe it's not me.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
-Rumi

Comments

[daecabhir]

It took me a moment to realize that it was a parking garage - my eyes were drawn to the light, and it conjured up images of lights hung in a tunnel, such as one would find going down into an archaeological excavation. Very cool.