On a whimper of soft breeze out of the east,
I am reminded of the homeland i knew once.
I took my feet and walked knowing no sense of direction.
I hear a crow spoke in the air, a loud cawing in the distant west.
Once a tale told me,
Go where the sun cannot follow the moon.
Chase that moon into the lands of the sun.
I gave chase to the sound.
I saw a dove perched and stared hard at me.
young man follow your heart.
young man your mission is not here.
dont follow where you can’t fly.
I awoke with a friendly tongue that slurped me into stickiness.
My love, my darling my Bridget. She once held me as her friend forever.
My darling dog who I once knew when she still with me then.
A familiar tone graced my back.
Pulled me, and gave me a loving tug thena noogie on my hair.
Kuya Paul is here.
I welled up all of my tears,
As I saw the one who recently joined,
She gave me the warmest hug and held me.
A light smile near, all of the loved one dissapeared.
I know him,
He always knew I’d know him by his light smile.
My dear one, let me ease all that pain you come to let go of.
. . . Do not bare it,
. . . Do not share it,
. . . Do not live it.
Learn to unlearn all your struggles.
With a touch,
and the smile.
I am rushed on a temporal quark,
and awoke with a visage of love that stared at me,
lovingly unconditional devoted for me alone.