Inorexia

Aham who what I was,
Aham who what I am, and
Aham who what I will be.


In the deepest dark inwardness of the self acclaim there lies underneath a surprising truth of destiny; for what you believe is what is to be seen of. From the essence of what is lived for, there is a transformation of reality; drawing its boundary from the realms of innermost fears to the outermost visibility. For now; it is seen as the significance of the ability to the portrayal of what one knows to what is taken to be known of. This, as the wise old man recalls, is the magnificent enlightenment of the selfish desire to be seen as what is intended to be seen of.

Defining the outermost circle, what one needs is not the fictitious aura of his presence but more of the hidden dilemmas that he intends to break the silence. Upon the times break, he rises above the horizon of the dreams and reality; marking his presence, more than the mere existence, to that of the real existence. Transformation, thus far proven to be ground breaking takes a whole new perspective when the reminiscence of the mislead identity breaks even with the real known only to him. Hidden masks casts away to the fall of the straying winds, disclosing the real self, only to be known as he who is what he is for.

Unfrozen from the lightening struck, he is taken above from the fears of unknown to the realistic vision of what can be acquainted. Mind you oh body of limited existence, acquainted only to the extent of the minds capacity. Fallen from the fallacy of what was believed, until so far, he rises beyond the magical attire of the dictated truth. For now, he is seen to be the real self, failing to the charm of what the world wants to see him as, but winning against the odds of what the world wishes to see him off.

As the surreal image falls back on the reflection of the self seen, it is the unseen realistic choir of melodies what one hopes to listen whilst the tranquility still prevails. Believe oh soul of envisaged portrayal, you are who you are and you are to be seen what you are.

Underlying the dictation of the living past, one seeks a whole new side of the minds view where all it takes is to confront the fear of the innermost to downsizing its visibility. For you oh mine, fear not; for all it takes is to embrace the living life to envision the real soul. Thence on, you live by the rules that forays the outcome of your own spirituality to a stage where all it matters is to be the real you.
Mindsets faces the block on the way, but thou not shatter to its existence as what is needed is the courage to confront more than the face to challenge it. Persistence in your own belief is the key to the game as seen. Don’t you rely on, mind o mind, don’t you rely on the moment of shifting your thoughts from what was lead to what is to be believed. The mask is awaiting to be foregone, only if you succumb to the brightness of what it can bring you with. Life, my sweetness, life is nothing but the reality of what is to be accepted and not about being prejudgemental.

Ahem, as the wise old man believes; it is in ones own interest to shed off the tears of the blacken mould, to resurface what was once hidden. For it takes more than acceptance of ones inner self, to the mere acknowledgement of the significant presence. Deep lieth in between is the undiscounted aspect of persistence over existence. Smile o mind o mine, smile as it is now the time to break the living led. You, oh my sweetness, are the real part of the living self, to be seen beyond the skin’s presence.

Aham who what I was,
Aham who what I am, and
Aham who what I will be.

For anything else, it is just a mystery which the wise old man unfolds with his very words.