” The eternal part of our being is conscious of the timeless essence of life
& is aware that the past is nothing but a memento of the present and tomorrow a dream of the now.”
“Some called me a loner, drunk with my solitude”
” Others, with words unspoken, said to me:
Why do you seek the impossible? “
As I was walking, a butterfly landed silently on my hand.
Wings broken, final are her moments. But, why choose this hand as your final resting place?
Do you really want to know, Wizard? – she whispered in my soul.
I do, I replied.
The sands of time shifted, my hand became as old as the branches of the cypress tree I was standing underneath.
Touch my hand, Maria from Distomo said.
…her sentence remained unfinished as my hand touched her fingers.
The pain, the pain…aaah, the pain.
The Wizard’s eyes became lightning,
his soul barely coping with the amount of grief and despair,
his mouth wide open; a volcano of ice and snow.
Each step carried him deeper in the snow storm, each footprint carried the weight of a thousand lives.
Now you know, the butterfly said with her last breath.
Now you know…
[ This post is written as a stream of consciousness in response to the following:
-my continued labors that still haven’t resulted to a birth/creation in memory of the Distomo massacre on June 10,1944.
– the beautiful company of writers at the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro
-the completion of 51 steps on this earth.
The first sentences in quotes are from The prophet by Khalil Gibran
Soundtrack : Mise Eire II by Patrick Cassidy and Sibeal ]