STRUTTING TO THE GUILLOTINE/Amal Islim/ Copyright © 2009 All rights reserved

Jan. 28, 2012 - PRLog -- Step five: Strutting to the Guillotine! Walking with the Vain Cattle / Chapter 3: The Journey towards the Higher Self

I am bearing the vicious smoky forests—searching for that sign that beacons its presence to the light address. This inert, persecuting, boundless marathon—where is its end?!
But another truism I run into, a new choice, one more test— the Lotus Elise! Stand still! Or, kill the evil pest! And when it’s all over after I’ve chosen well, will I be parcelled up with red ribbons, with a noble wreath upon my head?! Finally, the badge before I’m dead! Or maybe swathed in celestial dew in the morning’s trust! While Cupid rejoices my just momentum and thrust! For manifesting the beauty’s love of the divine—ultimately that panacea! Where I feel my heart ache with awe and gratitude, for being part of the whole, and one with all! When I connect with my abundance source—where all is well and “light-speed” from hell—
riding away on my unicorn or any bloody horse! When a miracle finds its home and resides in my heart. Or shall I merely settle for sangria with a tortilla! It’s another kind of fill!
But I reckon that life is not enduringly “à la carte!” Swell plan—desires tolerance, honour, and skill. Very well, to the highest bidder, I shall not promote my soul. But why not go for the comfort and the ball? No, not I! Whatever my consequences must be—my dignity remains above all. Heavens will back my divine call, while contemplating an innovative common constitution. Deciphering ever after happiness on a guiding hill! Or do I just sit there as an unsettled bill? Surrounded by barking dogs I didn’t order— in a quiet frenzy, wishing to cross that common border! Quite possibly, I am just clinging to another hallucination—another mirage of hope, to survive those doubtful moments. As awaiting a pure black Iris to miraculously plough up through the desolate grounds. Or hungering to share love in the house of serpents and hate—where respect, trust, and admiration are just theatrical bait—depending only on today’s market rate. In this barbaric panorama, I scrutinize numbly the roots of my own deracination. Oh, Guillotino! Be sharp, be swift. Get finally my drift! Or not quite still!

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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.