The Wondrous Journey : 7-12-14
It is simply being at a still point, where silence speaks
Where guilt turns to tranquility and I can trust to risk or risk to trust,
either way, it doesn’t matter. It is a matter of perspective, like kids,
I can dare to dream, and when I dream, without fail, I am greeted by
Chaya, Goddess of the shadow. She reviles her wisdom of the shadow.
And in these shadows are magic rainbow colors. She brings forth, first,
the essence of Black. For background and contrast. Then she splashes
the essence of Green, and it makes everything GLOWWWWS ! ! !
My little Chimera steps out from behind a giant fern and holds my hand,
in anticipation of the journey. Chaya holds a finger to her lips and says,
“The Whisper - sunset is near” and I am Red. Again she raises a finger
to her lips, “Listen for the Whisper - Twilight - The Dream Catcher, it is
what makes the fun and fancy, Angel’s Breath and Dragon Tears,”
Scintilla the Necromancer dances along the creek , and she SPARKLES.
A giant bumblebee hovers to watch the show. So Surreal.
Then everything just fades into the mist.
What happened to the magic? Where is Chaya?
“Where is Scintilla?” Chimera asks
The voice from within says,
“Chaya went into the eye of the storm,”
“Scintilla, she dances in heaven now”
The Wondrous Journey is over,
‘Till Twilight tomorrow when
I DARE TO DREAM
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
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