Sands cover the landscape spewing steam.
The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded.
Passing through dimensions and space and time.
Passing through all matter.
I wait here on the rocky shores.
The shores of an unnamed planet.

What we have spans time.

I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me
that you will soon emerge from the depths and upon
recognizing my presence, we can walk into the sunset
bordered by two moons.

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Scattered across the window
Overlooking the rocky outline
Of the lake shore.

Cast from the memories of thousand years
Together we embrace as the fire
Fills the black sky with our own universe
And the reflection of the time we have endured
And the souls we have emerged as on the other side.

Standing side by side with flow stretching across endless stars and planets
we emerge each awakening flanked by the white and black wolf.

Together we will enter Valhalla and live among the giants
who have guided and taught us ways of the ancients.

Late evening summer sun

Awakened by raven screams
from the top of trees above
the rocky shoreline,
I briefly let go of the
dream I was lost within.

I wait. Hoping for its’ return.

Perhaps the ravens were the dream.

When the integration process started
there were no words exchanged,
no way to communicate until
we discovered the universal
language of dreams and music.

Perhaps the ravens were the dream.

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I awoke in the spring
steeped in memories and
lost dreams, standing on the
shore of an unnamed lake
steeped in golden light.

That path I have never left
empties into the fields
of infinite possibilities and choices
and when I am present I see you both hand in hand.

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We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase
through light and dark
through heaven and hell
through ancient texts and drawings.

The human spirit longs for place,
a concrete connection to surroundings,
a palpable definition of home.
How can we look out there when we do not how we got here?

To measure today against the backdrop
of the past and the future loses
our own meaning and purpose in
the ocean lapping the white sands.

I walked that path on the boundary
shadowed in golden light from the sun
that never set and felt streams of
silent noise and vibrations.

Scattered forever I lost myself
into the water to become one
mind floating in the sea
of dark matter and strings.

In the end we are here
to be caretakers of the
very things we are part of
the very soil we came from.

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