The Truth of An Old Soul

This will probably be added to later but this is the Truth of An Old Soul.

    The words halt at the tip of my mind refusing to flow other than scattered images around my tired psychie. This is my curse. When there are so many thoughts, so many images, delusions if you will they fight to be exposed, to be understood by my conscious. My Muse has an odd sense of humor, she brings me dreams, visions of what could be but then laughs at my piteous attempts to put thought to paper. Whispers in the darkness haunt me in my waking hours and lands of long ago stalk my dreams. A soul out of place in this modern time, a longing to go back to my native home. The Emerald Isle of my soul, the place of old that calls out to me, tearing a piece in my already wounded heart. An emptiness so vast it seems as though even the great Atlantic Ocean could not fill the caverns that have carved themselves within the very depths of my soul. An Old Soul, a name, but yet so much more than just a name, the truth of my existence. A name that has slowly defined me as I realize with every passing day it's truth.

To dance beneath the darkened sky
Whispers of magic blowing in the breeze
Power abound within the soul of old
To call upon the roots that lie so deep.

    These are the words of my past, of my present and of my future, these are the words of my heritage. Both Native American and Irish, The Shaman, the Wisewoman, the ageless Great Spirit lives deep within me calling me to a lonely path that I know I must take. A sense of duty that others know not, but the demand of my soul to spread its wings and teach those who do not understand. That is the bane of my existence. Being bound to others through my need to teach and to lead others on their path through life, but seeking the solace of a forest or a desolate beach. Where my soul shall find peace has yet to be discovered but alas that is the curse of an Old Soul, to be forever trapped in the duty to help others and the wish to be in ages past. The only release; the written word. 

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

well brilliant words ring so true when they come across the ears in which they were intended. in my own mind and through the experences that i have seen and understood i know now i am not alone! i am an old souls as well as old as merlyn himself, his thoughts ring true in my heart and in my deed of action. but still i struggle against being who i was ment to be because i do not want the loneliness that will follow, but at the same time i live it each and every day. to be a druid in my case, it is to seek knowledge and understand the world around me. to teach what i know so people may live in intelligence not ignorance. i do understand the aloneness, solitary thoughts bring out the best and when you put them to paper it transcends it to beauty uncomprehendable by visions and it is one form mother has aloowed us to understand our own minds and to glimpse what athers are thinking.

i like the honesty that you put forth and the way it just is! well done and may the blessings of the ancients truly bless and keep you and the lord and lady watch over you!

blessed be!
windstorm

[jakelsen]

Brette,

I understand this piece totallly. I am of Scottish descent, and I have always been hung up on that land. To my eternal delight, I was fortunate to spend an entire year there when I was younger. It was sheer bliss. I would have stayed, if possible. Alas, I returned, but I still see Scotland in my dreams. . .

[Donald Meikle]

do I hear a Kelly dancin' to pipes on a late Summer night? High hills, shorelines, wide open fields, or a small quiet glen with a brook. (My muses just stopped arguing in recognition)

[lilain]

Ah, this is a longing I've felt and feel today. To be home... where heritage meets present existence. I love that you emphasize and embrace the mix of Native American and Irish - two mystical features to make up a lovely whole.

Thank you for sharing. This is beautiful.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is absolutely fantastic... there is no place like home and when we get older sometime we want to visit that home of childhood just to feel that sense of carefree days where we were invincible... Really powerful work.

[ElJays Nicholas]

We are ancient. In many ways, we do carry the weight of the world on our shoulders, this world built by all of our ancestors, and they are still in us, in our blood, in our consciousness, and like you, in our awareness. I think the best that we can do is to carry our ancestors in our hearts, not only for own healing, but for theirs as well. We have greater power within us than our minds will allow. Your words are intense, and I feel them. I believe you do have much to teach and to reveal. Much love to you, beautiful soul.........