[hey]
Huh?
[hey]
What?
[do you know]
Hmm?
[the world]
... what about it?
[the secret of the world]
Secret, what secret?
[ask your heart]
Mmmm, I still don't get it.
[unknowingly known truth]
Unknowingly known truth?
[it slumbers within]
Within my heart?
[within all hearts]
How is it unknown then, if it lies in all hearts?
[gilded illusions belie]
Belie? What exactly
[introspective illumination unveils thusly]
Such riddles. What truth, what revelation?
[the world of hearts]
This world... is of sleeping hearts?
[some awake, some asleep]
Should they sleep or be awoken?
[what do you think]
Sleeping for too long is never good
[not all are aware]
How do we awaken these sleeping hearts?
[what of yours]
Mine? My heart... it slumbers... I think. Or, is it awake...
[can you hear it]
My heart's voice? mmm, I'm not sure
[listen]
Ok... but what does my hearts voice sound like
[chuckles]
What? What is so amusing, how would I know?
[unaware of thine heart]
Well, I never had to think of it before. This heart of mine, I wonder what it sounds like
[awaken it]
My heart? How do I even talk to it?
[chuckle]
What! What is so amusing?!
[such a curious being]
Being? And that makes you what exactly?
[aware yet unaware; all hearts]
So, I know you... no, all hearts know you, but have forgotten they do?
[...]
[stones trip, not mountains]
Yes, I know. Grasp what's within my understanding, least I be lead astray by phantoms of truth
[and of thy heart]
I need time. I have not thought of it, and now you ask me to awaken what I never knew to exist
[the deeper its slumber]
I know, I know. If hearts slumber, how do the awakened one become so?
[what of you]
Me? Am I? It never seemed so. How do I even know it to be? Maybe i'm still daydreaming
[wakefully dreaming,hearts and souls]
Wakefully dreaming?
[behold naught]
As they slumber, deeper they fall. Unbiased; droplets of truth on this barren parched land of my heart
[on and in all]
In and on all hearts? How does such a trrent not awaken them?
[Thine weeps; deep thy slumber]
Hmm..I wonder... what this torrent in the heart is
[...]
Maybe...
[maybe?]
Yes, maybe...
Maybe, the heart mourns, but is unaware... it could be it's lonely...or sad
[are you sad?]
[are you lonely?]
[why weeps thine heart?]
Mmmm, I wonder...*touches chest,* why do you weep aslumber, oh heart of mine?
[thusly in accord]
I'm not sure... it feels all that. Mostly, it feels... tired... I think...maybe?
[...]
Am I right? Did I get it?
[what of the land?]
If the heart weeps and nourishes the land...the land is my soul right?
[does it seem so?]
Maybe, I'm not sure
[look within, truth lies]
Such a doubled word and an ambigious use. You don't need to be so crpytic at every turn
[apparent lies, belay uncertainty]
So, you mean that, direct answers are lies, and you have to be an oddball to tell the truth.
[...]
Well, that is silly. For one who says find thyself, you seem a stranger to your own heart
[chuckle]
[perhaps]
Grrrr, I don't like that chuckle of yours... it's condensending
[not at all, I assure]
Hm! Fine! *pouts*
[laughs a little]
Did you just laugh at me?!?!
[not me]
[holds back a chuckle]
Ha! I heard that! What do you even want from me?
[focus]
Yes,I know. *closes eyes and expells a deep breath* Ahhhhh Back to basics I suppose
[as all must]
(to be continued)
