The first thing I would like to say thank you to those people that follow my blog called My Deaf Mind. Because of you people that give me the courage and self-will to continue writing.
The remembrance said to me, “People who follow your writing even if your family and friends who some hide in the back and read your words and said, whoa, he is fantastically improving every day, oh, salute his words and his fantasy. Oh, such a grace, and such an imagination.”
I read what inside me, and I don’t know what it is, but feelings, yes, emotions. Hmm, I would have thought if people who follow My Deaf Mind have wondered, what was he thinking? Or what was happening in his inner world? Or such a lovely word, looking forward to more of his.
When I am by my words, riddle, it is, but hence, wait and patient, for it is this engrained heart that I sing with no reason, but a purpose, from my soul. People who follow My Deaf Mind will understand why this engrained heart, but if you are new to my words, I welcome you to my mysterious thoughts, and perhaps one day you would say, I see what you mean.
May my blog flourish like a nature that comes from the soul.
Spiritual awakening? How did ye moveth thyself? How did ye moveth thy left arm while your right armrest? When ye thought of food, thee wentest to make a portion of food and eat it, Then how did ye not think of thine soul when ye thought of food or drink? Too many questions, how did you, how did thee, and how did thou Thou should hear when thine soul volumes, And should thee seek in it for it is thy spirit, But if you don’t, who will look inside for you? No one else but thee, only thou can findest thine self.
Spiritual awakening? I am deaf, and my hearing does not allow me to hear fully, Yet still, I can look inside me, my inner world, But ye as a hearing person, ye ‘ve two things to do, To quieten the noise from the world Then you can focus on thy soul. Thee see that I am deaf, which means I only ‘ve one thing to do, Is to focus on my soul, not to quieten the noise from the world.
This Engrained Heart, It has been calling me, But I wait, feel, and think, Is it worth it to me?
The first year, I wrote so many, And the second year, I wrote less than many, Thence This Engrained Heart lo at me, Saith like, Thou hath so many words in thee; Twitter, Wattpad, Allpoetry, and WordPress, But turn back to This Engrained Heart, And write unlimitedly. But well, it is how I have been feeling,
And I am sorry if you have been fans of my writing, But humankind am I that we all have our setbacks.
The meadows of an island on a sea With mountains top on its centre The beach around it, with no waves The sea brainstorms to crush the meadows But mastery, the beach with no waves No matter what can shape it