Today, I sit in quiet meditation. It is a day of cleaning, going through things, getting rid of and purging. I get distracted easily. I find a book I haven't read in a while, thumbing through the pages eagerly, searching words to rejuvenate my spirit.
I find them.
I question. I search. I explain. I over analyze. I contemplate, and sometimes worry. I reach out. I retract and pull back. I am shifting. I am moving.
I am understanding shifts are sometimes necessary. Shifts are shakes of remembering.
The voice whispers. "Remember your purpose."
I smile through misted eyes. My Angel Guide ever softly in my ear. Urging me.
"Stop being so human."
"But I am human!" I persist. The argument is ever present. I struggle through the dimensions. I search for balance in the fray.
"Remind me again." I plead to the mirror. "Remind of the place from which I came."
I breathe in sage. It cleanses me. Release. The wind rises, wrapping angst in it's murmur. I exhale as it sweeps through me.
I lay in the grass and gaze the clouds. They are wispy feathers against the blue. I wish for the quiet to never end.
I wonder how scarred one has to become before it all completely hardens. I know what happens to the love when it does.
I am like fountains and pennies. I am the wishes of unspoken sadness, absorbed from the momentary touches of strangers who appear as friends. I carry it skillfully, a tear filled sponge. I wring the weeping into the sea.
I am pure spirit form.
but only when I'm not human.
~v~
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