I am Angel
The love I have is all I can give. The eternal flame resides, and I am warmth. I am calm. I am hope. I am chaos. I am peace.
Joy is hidden in my eyes, always.
Yet, my fear will be. My fear is. My greatest strength. But where does it lie? And what.
To know that of what I am made is to brave the innermost sanctums of the ‘I’. It is within the ego, the ‘I’, that the truth of knowing fear can be uncovered. Yet I must go down.
The depths of my world are even more cavernous and old and ancient and misgiving and warm. And there is light.
Light is my depth, and my strength and my source, and my rising.
And my soul hears this. It is joyous. Lightbringer. Light is thine power. And thine shall be done. Enigmatic. Beyond realms. 33.
The path ahead is unknown to me. But I will create my own and it will be mine and mine alone. But what of my soul. And what of these wings – do I fly?
Choosing one’s heaven or one’s hell is fate. But of the two, which do we fly towards at the fork in the road, with no sign or tell.
There is a secret power that chooses for you, that has a voice nobody hears. And that voice is chaos when chaos is needed. And peace where peace should be found.
We think what we think. Without thinking these thoughts, we wouldn’t be who we are. These thoughts are our construction.
So we should just simply be. Just be. Let the thoughts come. And go. And come again. Without challenge. Without fear. You think what you need, and then you see.
You see the ocean, written in stone, scattered across the stars. Stars that form a night sky with the Moon; the light bringer, the reflector, the source. The sister of the sun. Smaller but magnificent. The wisdom. The watcher.
And from whence she came is of unknown and forgotten tales written by the Gods, forged with lightning in the ancient library of cacophony. Where the sounds would become the words, written into time, adorning the halls of the mighty. We sing and we fight and we smile. Yes my kin!
This is the life we lead and the tapestry we weave. And then we perform. The script is revealed only after we have spoken it with such vigour and vim and gusto that we force it’s birth. Are we servants to fate? Or masters of destiny? What is the difference? Are they not the same?
My soul is the unspoken saviour and with her, she brings the 33. The 33 spiral steps, that lead to eternal life. The 33 keys that play the song of the Valkyries as they wage their wars. The 33 stars that constellate in the form of the bear, who leads us home.
There is chaos and love and wonder. And we should go where our voice tells us. Are we able to listen well enough and long enough to see our path in front of us? Why must I listen?
Because to listen is to hear, is to understand. And as the ‘I’ dies, the question, the rebellion, dies with it.
We conquer our ego by quietening our breath. And remembering. The 33. And we travel to unreachable heights, and unimaginable depths, to the source and to the fire. The shadow. We realise our darkest desires and we embrace them. We fulfil them.
We ride on the backs of dragons, and we scorch the earth. And we conquer.
We swing our poisoned blades and destroy those who oppose us. And we conquer.
We let our senses fill with rage and heat and passion and strength. And we conquer.
And in the midst of all this, this thirst for power, this hunger for war and grief. We remember.
That the love I have is all I can give. I am chaos and yet I remember I am peace. And of the fear and the ego? We conquer.
We ascend.
There is chaos and love and wonder where we explore, and there will be forever more. With my brethren. 33.
And my wings unfurl to open from their slumber and lift me above the world. And I soar.
I am free. I am life. I am strife. I am Angel.
© Kulveer Singh