Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: water

  • The Storm of Fire

    The Storm of Fire

    The storm of fire and water overcame the stillness of the night,
    Beneath a sky overcrowded with clouds and fire,
    A magnificent spectacle beyond every imagination,
    In the midst of the infinite emptiness.

    Darkness ruled this phantasmagorical realm of fantasy and reality,
    Where illusions and deception became the only reality,
    In a play of light and shadow beyond the visible world.

    Decadent longings blossomed like dead flowers,
    Waiting to be obliterated by the fallacious gleam of decayed stars,
    While every hope withered like smoke in the void,
    In the ephemeral realm of fleeting lusts and desires.

    Solitude and a melancholic nostalgia made sombre the sky,
    Where the moon wept silver tears upon the world of reality,
    Veiled by mantles of ash and forsaken sighs,
    lighting a requiem for dreams long buried.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Shattered Mirror

    A Shattered Mirror

    A shattered mirror on the door
    I am not so happy
    As I’m afraid
    I know
    My life is in despair
    And I want to think
    Yet alone
    So many beautiful feelings
    The day does not fade in silence
    On the night that was coming
    So deep inside of me

    A shattered mirror
    All life’s dreams are lost
    A fantasy about sadness and rewards
    Forever thought
    The time has been lost and has vanished away
    Nothing may end
    starting another life
    Making a way out of happiness
    Grasping another thoughtless truth
    I can’t see how I feel

    A shattered mirror with no name
    I look towards the dreams
    When I was not there
    A stable cold summer breeze
    It seemed to shine as it gazed at my long chocolate-brown hair
    When the nights were senseless, I was covered in bliss
    And the clock was far and dark
    My hopes were nothing anymore
    Feelingless tears were gone inside of dreams
    A lonely and silent night with empty dreams
    Loud were my hallucinations, like multiple images of sorrow

    A shattered mirror flows through my dream line
    A picture is found again
    I cannot see my reflection
    Birds are silent as they can’t breath
    The breeze through the water runs away to some space
    Flying over life with no desires or pleasures
    The terror of thinking makes me gasp
    Now there was none
    Only a single cloud in the dim night
    The beauty of carved and gloomy trees
    I’ve never appeared to be forgotten

    A shattered mirror
    Like a ghost with a broken smile
    My questions have no experience
    A single cry sank into the silence
    Hoping for new visions of eternity
    I cannot see through my thoughts
    I’m lonely, and I dream
    Staring at my reflection in a broken mirror
    Looking for myself with no speech
    Striving to carry the wind
    making sure that I’m still existing.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Magnificent Wilderness

    The Magnificent Wilderness

    The magnificent wilderness of my dreams
    Through the world’s magic abysses
    The firmament rises and goes
    Beyond the way of life
    Beyond the way of death
    A bright and glistening sight
    Where stars move around an everlasting blaze
    And most of the endearing memories fall down like old leaves
    Sometimes nothing is heard but sadness
    Never forgotten
    Always lost

    The magnificent wilderness of night
    And above all, the dying stars
    Faint and sighing
    Like many excellent and memorable mementoes collapsing
    Trying to impress under the beauty of the uselessness
    Water, rain and wind shine translucent
    In a sudden moment of reality
    No gift is left
    The time arrived to die and begin again
    Bright and lasting forever
    At midnight when the rainbow rises

    The magnificent wilderness of life
    The night is a dream
    Every instant is overjoyed by a state of beauty
    An icy shiver of delight and panic
    Dwelling among dreadful dreams and shattered hopes
    I stand alone in the misery of my futile discontent
    And the deep sky is not in black and gold
    When the green is never seen
    There is only a silver ray in front of trees falling down
    The beautiful leaves are scattered in the wind
    Where the sunlight fades high, touching the stars

    The magnificent wilderness
    When nature’s colours blend
    Blooming softly
    A flower’s blossom is like a diamond
    Many suns created more flowers
    Shared all over the earth
    Like in a dream full of surprises
    To bring relief to a horrid reality
    My mind becomes lost in an endless journey
    With no way back
    Lost in struggles

    The magnificent wilderness of darkness
    A mountain tree made of gold
    My voice is silent within my heart
    On a lonely way
    Remembering the past bliss
    Dreaming about stars and darkness
    As they would come onto the planet every day
    Pretending that everywhere wouldn’t be any sadness
    With no future trials or strife
    The grace of beauty and mystery would glow
    No more to be revealed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Apathetic Wonder

    An Apathetic Wonder

    An apathetic wonder at the sight of all the future catastrophes
    A meaningful fear traps me and pulls me into the abyss of obscurity
    Ghosts and spectres are my eager companions
    Being in many places in one day
    Travelling time quickly in a preternatural form
    A glare of light and fire pretended to scare me
    Everything was a dream of a vision
    And suddenly, the present night appears
    No more complaints when the world would outcast

    An apathetic wonder like a golden morning candle
    For another cold scent of winter
    When the rain does not stop pouring on the streets
    In the heat
    And my blood is frozen like the winter snow
    The beautiful colours of stars become flowers
    All of a sudden
    A mystery which never existed has been the truth on earth
    Trying to forget distasteful memories

    An apathetic wonder of the sky
    Every time a desire becomes complex
    Every moment of happiness and sorrow
    It cannot happen again
    An opportunity for the mind
    Incurable wounds of the soul
    Nothing but excellent astonishments
    The water is everywhere, coming from the blue
    Creating a vast ocean of tears and sighs

    An apathetic wonder
    Being busy living within my soul
    Those ancient memories
    From every place of my mind
    Passing along with my own dreams
    The sky is pure and dark
    A lovely gloomy air
    Where I cannot perceive any colour or sound
    During an infinite journey in my subconscious

    An apathetic wonder in a light storm
    Winged like nothing else
    My words fly away
    Toward a remote invisible place
    Where every kind of bliss and pain was dwelling
    Once the sun was gone
    As a gilded sign of merriment
    And red roses were made of silver and gold
    My heart could not beat anymore in delight
    Because my dreams were open doors.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Vast Ocean Of Nightmares

    The Vast Ocean Of Nightmares

    The vast ocean of nightmares
    Wherever the calm storm and the fog
    which fly so often become
    like empty sights constantly changing.
    Time flows on but remains still
    and life is like an immutable path
    In that moment, whenever despair begins
    The truth is listening to everything.

    The vast ocean of nightmares
    Flatter the waters and clouds
    An obscure rainbow emerges as a riddle
    Which never changes
    once it flows into the sea in its own time
    But only then life becomes like fire and shadows
    The mystery of the infinity dwells in the echo of the streams, the sky and the wind.
    The stars reside in a subliminal world
    With a timeless view as the water is silent.

    The vast ocean of nightmares
    Where the soul has been driven to nowhere
    Wondering how far the future will move toward the past
    In every skylight, once again
    Each day is a new lifetime
    And beyond, there might be only bliss
    Time begins before night once more
    Though nothing becomes forgotten for much longer than a dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Fleeting mind, where are you flying? To the hills of restlessness, or to the dales of calm? To the depths of the oceans hitherto unexplored? Calm thyself, my greatest friend, or may I call you my most formidable foe, in times of unbridled emotional cataclysm?

    A focused mind is a calm mind, a mind which generates great power, enough to set the turbines of the hydroelectric plants into motion, a mind which brings forth the innumerable discoveries which bless mankind.
    Calm thee my friend, like a Zen master, a single ripple sending forth bursts of a sudden thought, to be eclipsed to oblivion by the calm mind.
    Restless mind, focus on your breath, the deep inspiration and expiration, till you become one with the breath; the state of mind called ‘Satori’, where time and tide stand still; the hours pass by into the fathomless deep void.
    The mind, the great tool possessed by humanity, you are not meant to be wasted on the millions of unwanted thoughts that wade through you, the quality of which, either makes life a beautiful paradise, or the abominable Hades akin to Dante’s Hell. Why my friend, my great mind do you send people into the depths of despair, the uncontrolled negative repetitive thoughts creating hitherto unheard of terms like ‘Depression’, ‘Anxiety’, and ‘Suicide’? Restless mind, when you accept things for what they are, instead of trying to change the world to suit your liking, would you not embrace peace?
    Mind like a volcano, why do you not accept the uniqueness of every human being, how would the world look like, if clad in similar colours, with nothing to break the drab monotony. Mind like water, you go with the flow, creating paths where none exist, filling the vacuum which exists, accepting the beauty of every present moment, the beauty in unevenness, and the unevenness in every beautiful form. My mind, when you see reality for what it is, rather than project your hopes and aspirations into the present, do you not distort the nature of reality and the nature of your progress? Mind, when you calm yourself, all thoughts fade away; you bear no angst towards anyone, and neither do the worries of the past nor the fears of the future torment you. You release everything, till there is nothing left to be released; you and the body you occupy then become one. This state of mind achieved by years of meditative practice is what they refer to as enlightenment, where you do not seek approval from others, and do not have to prove anything to anyone; a state where everything becomes effortless, there is no more struggle or strain, just the calm realisation of ones’ self.
    A mind truly without fear, is a mind without expectation or ego, where you cherish every moment for what it is, enjoy every activity for what it is, immerse yourself fully in the task at the moment-what the modern-day Psychologists call the ‘Zone’, … where hours seem like minutes, and time just fades away without much ado… and you remain in the ‘Divine Now.’