Arid Land

Author and owner of this blog: Queen of Wands , link below: http://jeanniealogy.com/index.php/about-her

I had a long, intuitive conversation with the sold soul of someone I used to care about. I had many questions to ask this sold soul…. questions that had been left unanswered, while Ego, the ruler of this soul, was preparing a perfect pitch to sell it. This “intuitive”dialog I’m about to share with you, as the description suggests, occured at a place I visit very often. This place is my intuition….. and here’s how it went:

me:

some people feel
some others think
some use their logic
some instinct

sold soul:

me:

some trust their heart
some trust their mind
some trust their vision
yet they’re blind

sold soul:

me:

some people listen
others don’t
some will remember
some just won’t

sold soul:

me:

some people are
like arid land
nothing will grow in them
they’re sand

sold soul:

me:

some find things good
some find things great
some tell you now
some are afraid

sold soul:

me:

some know and say it
others wait
some insinuate
some state

sold soul:

me:

some want to be
where good things are
some go and wish
upon a star

sold soul:

me:

some say it loud
some say it clear
some have a thought
that’s not to hear

sold soul:

me:

some play for time
make others wait
to see them doubt
and hesitate

sold soul:

me:

some are a pal
some are a friend
some mean to be
some just pretend

sold soul:

me:

some can just look
right in the eyes
they know the truth
but they tell lies

sold soul:

me:

some see a face
ignore the head
just like the book
they never read

sold soul:

me:

some seem to be
in full control
but deep inside
they play a role

sold soul:

me:

some want to look
like they don’t care
pretend they’re calm
inside the flare

sold soul:

me:

some fill their time
with this and that
thinking they’re happy
but they’re sad

sold soul:

me:

some cover tracks
they’ve left behind them
thinking that others
will not find them

sold soul:

me:

some look so calm
on the outside
what’s burning them
they now must hide

sold soul:

me:

some cannot be
vulnerable
to them it’s not
honorable

sold soul:

me:

some never say
just what they mean
filthy with lies
yet look so clean

sold soul:

me:

some think it’s best
to keep it locked
until one day
they run amok

sold soul:

me:

some hide their urge
to say it loud
to voice their thoughts
to share their doubts

sold soul:

me:

some think no one
will figure out
just who they are
what they’re about

sold soul:

me:

some choose the dark
instead of sun
then they get lost
it’s no more fun

sold soul:

me:

some arid lands
will die in drought
some might be saved
by a rainy cloud!

lost soul:

me: I rest my case.

I am not sure how to exactly describe the way this dialog made me feel. All I can say is that when it was over, my own soul, my own wise counsel encouraged me to continue visiting the place I feel very connected to, i.e. my intuition, and appreciate my very clean place called my “conscience”, where I can sleep like a baby.

CLOSURE.

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