The Monkey Mind

Blessed by introspection colored in anecdotes the memories coalesce  as I travel back in time... (PC:icanvas.com) The past  emerges as a temporal yet intensive replacement for the present. Recorded within my humble scribblings, they strive to impart justice to living memories alive in the ebb and flow of my naive heart. This flow spreads pervasively to the rest of my being, pulsating the identity I so carry. Rather than the teleological tendency of the rational mind, they convey those epiphanies colored in the spectrum of chaotic emotions witnessed by the light of my awareness. With subjective awareness of the myriad of imperfections never reaching the final conclusions, I am sure they are destined forever to be etched as vague musings. I realize this afresh with the solidarity of  me  that exists in the possibility of different dimensions. Nonetheless, I connect with those different versions of I , and we are never so sure that they shall remain as mere musings.   The present I wish,

No Tomorrow. Promise solemn rang true to my ears...,   without accompanying sound ,  with  the heaviness of its solemnity reverberating from body to soul and soul to the body, as along trembled simultaneous, the heart's temerity, I felt... the unwilling liberation of the soul and unbinding of bodily chains, like never before, as the spirit wavered, in-between the light and dark; the purgatory ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                (PC:ZeinaH: Pinterest) Yet that liberation demanded a price, so did the unbinding, yet unready I to pay, unready I to yield,  I tried, how I tried, but temptation overtook my conscience, I failed, I gave in, so I did; pay and yield for a moment of liberation, a second of unbinding, the shame of ecstasy; material desires offered... I grabbe