The journey is yet to begin and there is more to love
about the uncertainty of knowledge. The interest of the
mind lies within the certainty of uncertainty and this questions
the courage to voice the mind. The mind dwells upon the skepticism
that lies in wait, yearning for an escape that deems worthy of
the victim...me. My hesitation to claim the throne of assurance
does not abide by the laws of the society. The monster that
creeps into my heart and bounds my will in chains of despair.
It seems that the reserved are latent in the resonant civilization
that produces a deafening compulsion to always and
forever voice the wisdom. I am a silent whisper hidden in
the crowds of people who do not know that I exist.
I am a small gust of the wind that blows softly into one's ears.
But people don't know the true me... I am a ringing bell that
crescendos to a forte, once swaying side by side with other bells.
Those bells are the movement within the rhythm that harmonizes
with the music, ringing inside my head. The charming bell that
no one knew plays a latent tune to those who hear pleasing
sounds to one's own ears. The fixed gaze of enlightenment kisses
those who are willing to enjoy the ringing of the bell, my bell.