I TRUST IN MIRACLES! Walking with the Vain Cattle/Amal A. Islim Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

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(Free-Press-Release.com) December 10, 2011 -- Walking with the Vain Cattle/ Chapter 3: The Journey towards the Higher Self/ Step 15: Annexed 1: Me & my Ego/ Annexed 2: In Life Streets / Annexed 3: Vomit my Terror /Annexed 4: Hope is back—I Trust in Miracles/ Step 16: Rest when you Must! / Step 17: Reside within Yourself. / Chapter 4: The DOORKEEPER

Annexed 3: VOMIT MY TERROR!

I hope before my last curtain falls, I’ll be kinder, purer, and saner. I’m tired— did I just wake up or am I now going to sleep? I must make a stop now— to vomit my terror, so the next day, I can vanquish another monster, pirate, or serpent—until I can see beyond my fears. Looking out on the distant horizon with a glimpse of hope, wondering what’s left to discover and enjoy in, maybe, a hidden galaxy filled with heavenly creatures, wonders, and magic! Meanwhile, believing that the Lord will provide all for this divine exploration! For now, pertinaciously, I’ll settle for the next season or the next land; as I search through the snow for the first signs of daffodils.

Annexed 4: I TRUST IN MIRACLES

In the blink of an eye after all this mess, greens are sprouting through years of winter— almost a decade of decay and death—to hand me finally to gestation and rebirth, to nirvana, to the empyrean myth. So ready I am for life with this fresh coloured dress—such a reviving sight! Oh, God bless! So the question was will I make it through! I’ll let you guess. Right you are! Of course, a yes! Not only will I make it— I‘ll have my press. I’ll sail through heavens—won’t settle for less. So it’s a bit hard—yes, some stress! But I’ll pull it through—with true success. Wait and see! I trust in miracles—I must confess.

STEP 16: REST WHEN YOU MUST
Spring is always generous with hope—to its challenging beauty, and this clandestine bliss—I’d like to cope. But the ultimate rescue is yet far—the answer is maybe in a wishing star.

I must rest my racing face to age and wonder, while waiting for the perfect that never comes—not even sure what it is in this ceaseless thunder! And if I meet it, will I prosper or blunder? It’s a damn long night! I have to dream of the happy place—where I grow somehow fonder! Where I hold the sun and do not burn—when I’m the light, yes, it’s my turn. But broken I am, sad and eager—yet filled with hope, faith, and idealism in a monstrous world.
Getting more rapidly to the wrong destination is not my purpose. Shame on me now if I continue to swim in my vicious circle’s heat! I am buying myself a single ticket out of hell—I wonder how much I’ll miss the superfluous beat! I no longer want to reside between my selves and in between. This emotive addiction to conflict is not a treat.

STEP 17: RESIDE WITHIN YOURSELF
My soul is composed upon my face—and my destiny upon my name! The right hope is it s meaning. It held me straight when I felt like leaning..!

But the “Concha,” a secret name I gave myself—that knowing, which I don’t know why and since when. Years later, I understand that the conch is I, that white pearl, concealed in its inner colour and treasure—that speech’s jewel and code I must transmit. Its mystical shell’s ear ticking from beyond— it’s belling in my heart’s knowledge to portray those unvoiced words. My shell was the armour protecting my seed— the potential of the right understanding of opulence and beauty.
Aphrodite, I was unaware when I asked you if you were the shell of my celestial dew! And to see the mystery that you are smiling at, I must hear the sound of my higher truth! My spiritual expansion and growth!
That wish upon the moon was a silent prayer—the spiral point— the first drop of water that led me to my evolution cycle— to merge and unite with my deep knowing.

OMMMM—the first sound that my shell produced—now I know why it’s humming in my head! It’s calling me home—to the lasting warmth. I’m ready now to transpierce my odyssey, even if it means the death of all I once knew and was. I know where to go now— to find the lost beatitude in the depth of light.
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