I once had a dream.
At the beginning I was alone.
A spark of divine Will created my twin,
only to bid farewell before the night was over.
An eclipse that shrouded all light.
From a distance came a voice:
“I’ve bestowed upon you a gift,
of planting seeds of joy in the fields of sorrow.
Tend to the Flame of Today
that produces Seeds of Tomorrow;
for the Flowers that bloom forth
unite Past, Present and Future
in the light of Joy”.
A soft breeze brought news of a scent
of incense glow lasting many winter nights.
The rhythmic perfume permeates the heart,
guiding it mysteriously through portals
out of a labyrinth I once created
in the abyss of mourning.
All that remains of the dream
was a subtle fragrance far way,
infused deep into every living cell.
I run not, I hide not.
I am part of that memory now.