Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Scream of Consciousness
Scream of consciousness
by Azly Rahman
i want to write how my spirit tells me, where it moves my soul,
provided i can distinguish what is a spirit and what is a soul
and who writes what i have written....
i want to write as though my consciousness flows like a stream ...
i do not know where my soul lies
nor wherein my spirit reside
nor faith alone can tell me where my body and my soul meets
or when words in me conceived in antiquity
becomes flesh until eternity knocks on the door of
i am writing as my heart tells me to
all that is existing in me are merely names embodying flesh blood bones
names that were taught to me in moments of deep serenity yonder in a distant antiquity
in a place only spirits may convene
i will stop writing
but cease will i not in composing the words, breathing life in them, worshiping words and only words
so that they may become flesh blood bones and awaiting for spirits and soul and thoughts and feelings and anger and joy
to yet take shape and form ... in the world of words only i am all too familiar with
as i have seen them in that place, serene, yonder , in a distant antiquity
i am now silent.