Sometimes I get words, phrases that pop up out of nowhere and I am clueless as to what my subconscious is trying to tell me. So I grab the words, fling onto paper...or blog... And extrapolate.
The visual... I see myself standing on a small, almost too tiny rock, in a vast, wide-open desert. I am barefoot. My jeans are tattered, almost shredded in parts and the sky, the flat two-dimensional sky, white and azure blue, has broken into crisp, sharp-edged, puzzle piece shaped chunks. It falls all around me with varying thuds and smashes.
No idea what it means.
Things change. People grow, evolve. Maybe the past is just a paste we use to seal the cracks on the wall. Maybe knights really do ride white horses. Maybe the ground really Is solid if I step offside this rock. Maybe the sky has always been falling and I'm just now seeing what is light and right.
Old, false ideals fall away.
Maybe is time to see myself, in the light, in the absence of light.
I am my own mirror. I can see my reflection, now.
I'm not who they tried to make me be.
I'm just me....no apologies, no curses, no put downs. Maybe I'm okay as I am.
Outstretched one arm, one hand, feeling for the warm glow in the dark
Bottled up emotations and stringy random thoughts that break and coalesce.
I stand in a large room. Fragments, ribbons of thought-forms all around...like a library where someone took the books and cut each into small paper chapters, sentences, words. Afloat in the air on invisible strings, quivering with the slightest breeze or breath or blow.
I reach out, ever so slightly and gentle grasp the frail parchment...."Acknowledge" me......I read, I hear, I release and let it soar to a higher point. Once read, understood, let go, comprehend, I understand.
"for the tiger knows her own tail". "Hold still...hold tight....some things, never let go".
I could watch the papers ebb and gently flow for hours.
But I'm pulled back to the desert. I outstretched my arms to my sides. Night rises with white, radiating stars and it swirls all around me, the darkness of speckled midnight blues. It does not engulf me...for I am a vibrant figure of brilliant white. The night embraces me, respects me and we stand together.
I belong here. I am...in place.
Cast no shadow...leave no doubt
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