Her story
There were many days and nights of wandering alone to find the highs and lows of what
the spirit knows and ‘twas not an easy journey from the base of no knowledge up unto the
high of all she came to see. She saw love, you see, twinkling like a star there in the
vastness of heart’s undying role to keep the truth alive until the end of time.
She spent a while up there looking further than she dared and time jumped out at her as if
to send her tumbling back into the depths from whence she’d come but she then became
aligned with the aid of certainty that time is just and always is an illusion of the mind.
Armed now with love and an illusion of the mind she turned and left the star behind for who
can carry stars around with those sharp and prickly ends digging into reality and reminding
every day that she one day reached the peak and couldn’t stay there all alone with only
what she knew.
Down, down, down, and she came at last to level ground hard and most un-welcoming to
one who’d found the love up there where she wasn’t meant to go. She feels the pain of
every step but discards it on the run for she is running, running, to speed up the beat of
her long held memory so one day it will simply fall and not rise up again.
Memory’s like that thing we have but most times do not need for the good we knew can’t
take the place of what has come on after but it can sit in tandem with the circles of a
mind that turn around and interlock the past with the present to make one believe that
what’s gone before will come again.
It’s always there, you see, within time’s illusive mind that hovers over life’s amazing
tapestry weaved with the all of you, the all of her and the all of those we cannot see. Do
we wait or do we climb into that amazing mind and drift along to all we’re yet to be?
Maybe yes and maybe no for to tell the truth she’s here today simply as a “me” and who
she’ll be tomorrow or who she was back then is something that will jump out when she’s
not thinking that it will!
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