SPIRIT WARRIOR FACING DEATH/ Amal Islim Copyright © 2009 All rights reserved

Jan. 22, 2012 - PRLog -- Chapter 8:  Intrepid Spirit Warrior Facing the Soul of Death! / Walking with the Vain Cattle

Intrepid inner warrior, please! Abandon me not now! The angel of death is behind my shield! Knocking, snarling, enjoying his upper hand with his playful caress—sniffing my shadow and my waning innate scent—breathing frostily behind my ear and murmuring: “Boo—boo! Did I scare you?! Don’t you frown, my child—at least not yet! I am not here to hurt—or you to threaten. But to grant you another chance—but only if your soul you enhance—as before your ashes turn to dust—you will learn what you must. And understand that the dark forces which you call your towers—are just wind and not the sun that empowers. The poisonous anger that you hold—is the prison bars of your mould.  Holding back your mysteries to unfold—stagnating your being for some gold! Promise to live—and from your heart to give—to have compassion—and to harness your passion. Kind to be and respect the line—with yourself and also thine! Don’t be eager to ostensibly shine—discretion is particularly fine. Moderate your fiery temper—towards what you call mediocre and a whimper. Meditate on life, God, and angels—in stillness you will find your marvels. Allow others their way to see—how their life best should be. Tolerate the differences my daughter— to live and let live without slaughter. Then your suffering will cease—when in humility and love you stand— in your inner peace.”
The ultimo ultimatum is negotiating my life and soul with me—a frightening honour! I’m staunch—but with a trembling soul, I utter: “Maybe I’m at the end of my strength and wit— and my life is not for the bet. I promise to change my ways as 180 turns to zero— but before I accolade the honours of the salvation hero! Can I retreat to better understand? How accurately my intrinsic values stand! And if they stand! In face of mediocre ways, that mass production of androids sewn in sombre days!
And can I tolerate what’s outside of my ways, visions, desires and aim? How generous am I? Can I learn to wait for them during my race? How much patience am I capable of, while aware that obscurity is a contagious case! And why is someone with my heart and mind is not on the highest summit? Blessed, I am! I am also the light, but destined to serve in the dark! On my knees I am my soul, call the infinite, I am so finite!

He stares deeply into my soul, then steps back and whispers: “Carpe Diem, my girl! Go in fortune, go in peace. I’ll be watching you—don’t be fierce. Retreat, my daughter, if you must—but careful after what you lust. In between and here and there— I’ll protect you till you return.”
“Return where?!” I think! But I bow to his grace and speak: “In gratitude, I thank you my “noblest” steer—for the granted time to tempt and learn. How to deal with mediocrity when we’ve dined with Gods? Then thrown in dungeons in dark nights to reside! And being repelled and criticized by ogres for that dream—because where I reside—all is spurious and everything is surely what it seems. But I’ll question myself till I find the answer— and reach the grace of the heavenly dancer. I just hope while dancing with mortals—I do not forget the eloquent moves of the “dance”.
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Walking with the Vain Cattle/ The fight with the self/ inner struggle and its monologue. Visit press room to read reviews and other posts. A spiritual drama about the passage from the darkness to the light, the fight between the ego and the spirit in a materialistic world while trying to reach harmony, balance and inner peace. A theatrical musical.