Contained within the blowing breeze, the crisp chill of winter’s breath, breathing through the trees, feeling the Earth’s bodily dirt sift itself through my fingers; this is my eternal home. Although, I am well aware that one day, I will not be standing upon the Earth, as I will find myself lying within its womb. Back from which I came. From life to death, from death to life; another life lived, another death relived. I am still the same from one life to the next. Nothing can change my nature, as I possess the same consciousness from one life to the next. Only the circumstances change, as the air I breathe and my paradigms remain the same. There is nothing new contained within the Sun of a lost and dying age. There is nothing new contained within my thoughts of an undying anger and rage. The confusion is not real, as it is a mechanism designed to sterilize the fertilized womb. This is where regret, chastity, and morality go to slumber in the womb of their tomb. The blowing breeze still calls upon me. I can feel its chilling calls reverberate within my chest cavity. It is the mother’s voice, calling her children home. It is that specific nurturing feeling you know exists within your mind, but have yet to experience it within your heart. Within each incarnation, I search throughout the life I am currently inhabiting, in order to fill this illusive nurturing within my heart. I specifically reincarnate myself and travel from rebirth to rebirth, just to fill the voided hole, which lives deep within my blackened heart. After all of my travels through my incarnations, I am just now beginning to learn how to live with this void within my heart. It is not as bad as you might think it to be, as it has been Æons, since I have not felt pain within my heart. I have now fully come to the understanding in which the void I felt within my heart, no longer requires to be filled from any type of external nurturing. I always thought I needed some type of external fulfilment, but now I have come to the complete understanding, in which I am my own fulfilment, as I require nothing from outside of myself. Within each incarnation into this physical material realm, I am able to forge deeper into my consciousness; communing deeper into my consciousness’s internal nature.
Winter’s Breath
Published by ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness. View all posts by ggkalfas
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