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Here standing again at the edge of the cliff, struggling against the force of the wind. Drenched and cold, thinking and wondering what to do. This is what I was seeking. I wanted to feel the storm in my bones. Fearing what I want and wanting what I fear. Desiring and yearning for it, yet distanced myself from it. Never been more sure about changing than now. Angels are busy working and trying to show visions of heaven. But here am I clawing the ground trying to get hell for you. Now I have to stop struggling, for this striving and toiling are not yielding desired fruits. I'm so breathless from all this going up and down trying to make it work. Rest is not so bad after all this rigours of running around. Dullness has taken over the heart of one who suppose to rule. Stagnation cannot be tolerated and condoned or we all go down. Change is needful urgently. It is time for you to learn the balance. I bring from the east, I bring from the west, I bring from the south, I bring from the north the power of balance. It begins in the spirit. We can balance anything. Our voice, our work, our body. You can even balance your sadness. First you find patience. Perhaps you will meet patience in this sunlight and become good friends. I will tell you again. I will tell you again and again until your inside knows. It takes a long time to learn the art of balance. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
THE STORM IN MY BONES
Here standing again at the edge of the cliff, struggling against the force of the wind. Drenched and cold, thinking and wondering what to do. This is what I was seeking. I wanted to feel the storm in my bones. Fearing what I want and wanting what I fear. Desiring and yearning for it, yet distanced myself from it. Never been more sure about changing than now. Angels are busy working and trying to show visions of heaven. But here am I clawing the ground trying to get hell for you. Now I have to stop struggling, for this striving and toiling are not yielding desired fruits. I'm so breathless from all this going up and down trying to make it work. Rest is not so bad after all this rigours of running around. Dullness has taken over the heart of one who suppose to rule. Stagnation cannot be tolerated and condoned or we all go down. Change is needful urgently. It is time for you to learn the balance. I bring from the east, I bring from the west, I bring from the south, I bring from the north the power of balance. It begins in the spirit. We can balance anything. Our voice, our work, our body. You can even balance your sadness. First you find patience. Perhaps you will meet patience in this sunlight and become good friends. I will tell you again. I will tell you again and again until your inside knows. It takes a long time to learn the art of balance. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emekamokeme
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Emekamokeme
M/Nigeria
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
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