I sat in the stillness, wondering what it’s all about, he tells me this is no match for paradise. I wonder still this morning, what exactly that means, I have no way of knowing.
In dreams there is constant battle, my person attacked … or another. I must run like the wind, or stay to defend that other. The choice isn’t a hard one, for I would never wish for them what I wouldn’t want for me.
There are flickers, like flame, that show goodness and care. Sometimes these images are bright … and at times the flame goes out. Sometimes the flame seems to struggle to remain lit, I cup it with my hand and gently walk with it.
I’m a nourisher of this flame, this light called peace. I’m not the only one, for you are too, you see? If you were not here, then it would not be, but you are … we are family.