Purely Metaphysical-Letters To A Consciousness Waiting In Waste Letter Iii Poem by Steve Bergwerff

It’s the first day after my abduction. I was taken unwillingly, but not uninitiated. I blindly step through the doorway of mind alteration with the confidence that strength would prevail.
The ego is bigger than the body.
Even when I feel that I finally am my own master, I’m never prepared for what will happen next. It will never be known, so why do I insist on finding the answer. Will I ever wait for the future to unfold at its own pace.

Will my mind ever rest,
Or,
Tire from the monotony of thinking.

Not all is wrong though.
Still a glitter of beauty flickered off and on during my experience. However, I still felt like a spectator permitted to fantasise but never to live the dream.

Yet!
Another example of the awesome power of Purity.
The glow in your eyes was enough for me to throw up my arms and surrender.

A whisper told me to meet some wrong ones before I will meet the right. So I will honour my task and be patient, and when the time comes and passes I will give thanks.