children of vision

 

Children of Vision                                                                                        
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dark bliss of ignorance
no light, no sound, painless detachment.
Surrounding, beckoning, tantilizing
sweetness of lies so comfortable.
Protected by the anonimity of knowing no truth
Hidden away under the sands of the ocean, sheltered from the changing tides.

Birth in this darkness! Painfully satisfying and wonderous.
Cries shatter the silence with the resonance of a bell in a church tower.
The walls of comfort broken into fragments no bigger than the ideas they once contained.
Colors rush to overpower the contrast of black and white
Cacophonies of sound bombard the once silent corridors.
Thoughts cascade from the once still waterfalls of self.
Bouncing, falling, steadily flowing, one by one.
Slowly filling, filling, filling until they overflow and gush out into the world to form ideas.
Ideas form into beliefs. Beliefs abounding with passion, alive with a fire kindled by conviction. Conviction leading to the edge, dancing along the microscopic wire that separates passion from insanity.
Free at last from the suffocation of acceptance.