The departure of a wrecked ship

Preface
So many things to say, so many things to write. But before I shape my new entry I would like to thank all the people that took a little spark of their time in this life writing comments, reading, or just watching the other entries. I appreciate that a lot.

Lately I noticed that I had not posted a single new entry since last year's November, and I felt slightly kind of shocked about it, but at the same time I knew that things happen for a reason, and that this was the path that had to be taken in order to share a new idea that I felt worth telling.

The other -and most important- reason of my absence in this dream-thought-space is probably best told within this same entry that is specially dedicated and devoted to all souls that are in constant search of truth, and love, and wisdom (and magic too), and that fight for what some might call the warmth of being here, just like a gift from life and into the eternal, infinite space that surrounds and invades us everywhen…

The next story you are about to read -if your will and interest allow you to of course- is more than what you imagine. This story is the intruder of one kind of reality which we constantly live in, but mostly never realize we do. It travels far beyond thoughts, far beyond feelings, and far beyond all these little lights that surround ourselves when we close our eyes and pay attention to ourselves. This is a small piece of a puzzle. A fragment of the story of a pirate. Not so young, but old enough to be the captain of his now wrecked ship.

Before inquiring the motives of this disastrous title we must know that we are not staging this story on the common dreamworld you can always think of. This place has no name (even though someday it had one). I can only tell you that here things just happen, and that rules are only vestiges of what we have been taught along our lifetime. Rules like gravity, shapes, thoughts, or continuity of ideas are mere vessels of our daily construct. In this place rules are meant to be bent, or even broken with the only condition of being aware that they exist, and knowing that each print of energy will leave a trace and at the same time, it will forge a stronger possible future.

So by this explained I warn the readers, for this senseless story will become more thread-less; The deeper you get in, the deeper the confusion will be. But don't worry it's just a story, and a nest of thoughts arranged by one disordered mind.


The Departure of a Wrecked Ship

His ship disembarked within the island's thoughts. He didn't know a war occurred meanwhile near the core of it; the shore was far, far, far away from there. Although he hadn't seen all those giant creatures and precious flowers yet, with time they would learn to welcome him.

From this time 'till the end of the journey in this island all I can tell is that stories greater than the world itself became a reality. Some were good, some other less fortunate. So, in other words this lonely pirate surrendered to the island. And all the energy that pushed the greatness of what lived there felt warm. Since that moment time started to disappear.

Minutes felt like hours at that stage, where one little tiny thread called choice was about to be spared from existence.

He was just a vessel
The only vessel (it seemed)
When strange beings came along
Venom for fairies
Then doubt passed away
And love faded through a veil of old dust

Unshaped fear turned into a circle of trust

It was not as real as it seemed (and that is part of one of the most important conditions this world has, for your reminding).


"The choice must be done by yourself, and only," some voice said.
Lurking venom deed-makers tempted our souls

Some of 'em won

It was less than matter of time
It was matter of thoughts
and thoughts have the option to be timeless
they have their own strength
As we do.

What happened with the treasure hunt?
One of the most ambitious, good-willing adventures
I have ever seen
The fusion of more than a soul into one thought
merging and collapsing universes into one
And trying to give life to that idea

But the mountain was too high
and souls were too young
and our spirits too encouraged
to believe that one was right
separation of ideas
Dissolved between the sands of time
and the salty seas (of tears)

Against the world

The ship just anchored there.
The island was never waiting
the ship was never searching
the pirate was just sailing
Nobody can really understand
the deepness of this situation
Except the living creatures
That allowed this to happen

Playing to mold the universe

Everything would be fine
behind a great wall of doubt
The island was no longer what it was
Dead leaves, dry rivers and a cold mountain
Needing golden sunshine to be fine
Memories turn into objects
honoring remembrance of the truth
that happened
in our knowledge
and in many spaces
up above and down below

The pirate had seen those things before
he knew what he had to do
and there was no way back

while the fairies were preparing
Their magical enchantments
he shot a flare into the air
that exploded into a million particles of red powder
shaping one slain heart

There was no magical encounter
not even one gentlemen appearance
only shadows that crawled
in order to strike

…the element of surprise…

Then the Old Lady:
Lovely Lady
hiding your fears behind an old mirror
more fragile than pure glass

you are part of what I am
either you want it or not

Old lady
A wise soul put in a thousand pages
a child's emotions
emotions flying to be happy

…receive…energy…from…million…souls…

For some things happen at the moment,
others figure things out later
I have never considered myself a quick catcher

The last thread was driven away by selfish souls

Faith fell just like a paper tower

This is why you are
the pirate searching for the greatest adventure
while desperately filling fading sand
Avast, the sea awaits you.

The End…