Soulsisters Realm

soulsisters realm clanking and thumping into things I pass through the door. all clatter, chatter drops out there, outside where every day blands thought, imagination hides. cacophony and chaos of mind are not welcomed here. it remains a fidgeting cast off, without. here is a Tibetan sanctuary filled with energetic calm about the walls, draped across the chairs it is tangible, to the point of almost visibility. within the courtyard the ancient tree, fruiting wisdom, sapience with life. it is the beginning of any where. there are no sharp edges nervous trills. emotion becomes a river flowing away, stately, humorously as it chuckles over the hard bits finding moments of lightness even in the darkest of places. voices are low, melodic, a breeze of pondering. there is no need to hide within fabricated worlds. time is unnoticed there is always enough this is the dream time all is present forever in the attic of the mind incense: sage, sweet grass, cedar, tobacco gifts in red cloth bundles never harshness, never doubt all is gentle as the hush through pines. upon return, for there has been a great distance travelled, believe as deeply as the unending sea of souls, words have been heard, honoured, peace abides. the former whirling dervish retreats.