Making sense… 🦹‍♀️

Life feels crowded in… so much swirling… seeking release

wanting to understand

Emotions ~ new and fresh… old and stale

Longings… for closeness, connection

being held

empty worlds, deserted passages

seeking to be home again

Dystopian worlds… made from newly created molds

how will it eventuate? We just need to wait and see

I travel back… to that time in the bath

2020 was preparing to birth… saying goodbye to a bygone era

a special kind of travel it is

evoked by the mystery… said to come from ancient places

records kept in secret

Time travel… going back… and into the future…

some say… this is a reality

We were travelling fast… White Buffalo and me

His purpose sweat from his massive body

Focused in extreme… intent on his mission

me on his back

we were travelling fast

we covered miles and miles… and miles

Tears wet my cheeks… as we moved fast and furious

As my tears hit the ground… they turned it green

I looked behind… everything was green

Further, further… faster, faster… sweat falling from our bodies

we finally made it… at the base of the mountain

White Buffalo… almost there, drove himself to climb the cliff

We arrived at the top… fell to the ground, spent and exhausted

Above our heads a golden arc of Sunlight’s gold

arched across us

‘this is the protection’

My head resting on White Buffalo’s generous belly

we fell into the deepest sleep

I don’t know how long we slept…

but as we did… I heard it all… even in my slumber

everything came crashing down

everything demolished

We woke… and stood

the scene before us… all had gone

Slowly… as in sadness or a trance

I hopped on White Buffalo… we descended the mountain

then slowly… very slowly… we crossed the land

now completely empty

Gentle tears dribbled down my cheeks… viewing the scene around us

the air… it was a new kind of air

we had to learn to breath it

Or we wouldn’t survive

Surrounding us… a barren, empty landscape.

marilyn🧡🧖‍♀️🧡

By marilyn

I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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