Light Heart

There once was a part. A part that was kept in light not dark. It was a small piece of a larger. Hidden in a place deep in chest. The journey to regain this part was of much hardship. In which direction to begin when searching for just a bit. To locate where the place is for the part to be sought. A map, a clue may have been left. For an assist in the return of the part. Vital for the objective to be obtained.

With questions stirring of how. A tale of a parts piece towards discovering more pieces missing still. Truly a massive adventure for details. Finding and seeking all through the disbelieving. Why begin picking up bits and pieces the tiniest of shreds? What purpose does the repair of a whole that has broken have? To start with a part that plays a great role where does one begin?

As light as day and shadows play about the night. There is still a part that is easily spotted when the time is right. Looking through relics of old wisdom lessons from divine. A part this piece it looks as though with help may be easy to find. Without a doubt there is still hope if there is courage to step forth. This piece the first was in a crack trapped between two slate slabs. A shard of golden glinting sparkle all that can be seen. When eyes cross over observing, in the cave the dwelling place. The spot that was marked to be of value. With the piece of a part of a light heart left shattered. Collected pieces were most not all though. That is where this one piece was left to be discovered still yet.

"Whom will be the one to discovery me?," says the piece of a part that once was a heart full of light. Still and silent pulsing awareness and a voice. Luring in the ears of sensitive ones who hear the voice carrying on. Past them and the waves. On over hills, through trees and glades. Hazy at first just a lost echo in the mist. The small tiny piece of a part whispered for ears to listen. Partly drifting to a pained sleep a person heard this while weak.

Messages of the direction going in the right way encourage the person to leave and go. Even though the first touch of the voices promise was frightening and took control over the frailty of feeling once before. How would this person begin this task? Without true sight to find the sliver that lies in the crack that is trapped? First thought with feeling the person did stoop. Down low to the ground feeling with fingertips spread. Looking by touch dragging by palm. Along the cold stone floor as is told. The person crawls on all fours, hand and knees. Scraping raw the skin searching for this key. A small part piece of a heart. Whose song called out for release. This little bit trapped within a crevice that this person must free.

Uncontrollably frantic in the discovery of only the first tiny shard. A broken piece part of the heart did call out. Whistling with a glimmering tone as the person whose hands are torn continues on. Closer and closer to the place where it has been kept. For over a thousand years filled with resentment. Never knowing what lied beneath. The surface of the search for this small heart parts piece. Protruding upward the tiny sharp edge sliced the persons thumb and index. Spilling blood droplets down in the space between the flooring and the relic piece. Soaking into the earth below, unknowingly to the person whom is still blind, the part of heart piece begins to glow.

A pale red light seen through the whiteness of the blind eyes is visible through the pitch black. The person whose blood gave the piece life. Blinking rapidly to remove the redness centered not normal to the eyesight. Revealing more than ever filling the iris with full flames burning bright. The part of heart piece floats from the crack leveling in front of the face of the one whom found the final resting place. Only a piece a part left behind back when they built this shrine. Leaving only the person now with body limp rising. Shining and screeching the part lifts the person higher. To enter then through the mouth to become one with the heart that found. So the search for truth may truly start as the piece of the heart into being is seen. Clearly with a new colored glare. Dark eyes with red encompass the new vision bestowed. This person who had journeyed became a part of the designs whole hearted search to repair and mend lost love.

-To Be Continued

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