Lilacs

The world shifts overnight.

Again.

Templates and levels.

Versions and alternate realities.

A game? Please.

Life by far extends any fantasy.

You realize you know life is a dream.

Everything is possible.

Joining in prayer. Emphasis on a Heart open. Dissolving all timelines. Focusing on jOy.

9 used to be a magical number. That journey has long ended and all trails are erased behind me.

What can you want now, asks the Auryn, when everything you wished for already passed?

Content or uninspired?

Finished already?

Or just exhausted from living in these simultaneous timelines all at once pulling at you, stretching your mind and teasing your senses, challenging your human linear limited perception and breaking your heart over and over again.

I remember the dark nights full of black pain, despair and endless fear praying to come home and out of this world, something started to grow in me that listened. Feeding of that darkness it would have taken me. It told me. Over and over.

We just want to go home.

So they went and I healed my brokenness instead.

Forging a new existence.

Hesitant to believe there can be any other now at the end of the World, I dream of other ways of existing.

The Heart sings along different tunes. The Web offers strings of strange material. Golden liquid replaced with a slightly thicker silvery blue.

Weaving goes beyond and into unknown spheres. Even the song is new.

Choosing light and life. A path of jOy.

Learning to just be.

The path that leads to somewhere unknown.

One step.

A day.

Overnight the lilacs bloom. Everything is fresh.

A night with a black moon.

Star bathed.

Then dawn sung.

The day begins.

Curious. Still. Hopeful.

Sun-, Jupiter-, and Marsshine in particular beaming through my heart.