Synchronize

It starts in the core of me and rises. I felt it today under my feet. The ground was quaking, and reverberations scaling from raw earth through my incumbent fatality. Have you ever tasted an elixir, incandescent and provoking —an awakening potion of blood, sweat, tears, and fury? Then you too shall feel the tremor of renaissance despite an asphyxiation of universal casualties occurring in the warring hearts of mankind as you were caught between. Behind the context, beneath the lucidity, below the healing patch of scalded skin, betwixt the scar from recent stunting feats, beyond the injured knee throbbing words of defeat-- she was still in there, breathing. I saw her in the mirror lingering— her arms wrought with rope and eyes ridden with hope but focused like a stealth bullet in turbulence, spelunking daring waves of her inner terrain, leading to discovery of the ingrained world of whims and outer faces of nebulas liberated. The bane of existence is to let one’s true self be mutilated by a tornado of creeping realities or daunting omens, of self-created monsters or whispering Jinns. And so it is time to synthesize within, to synchronize the ever rapturous spirit with the body again...