Into this Ethereal Light I Travel.

The Light in this home is Alive.

Shadows fall onto unsuspecting territory and illusions of this dreamy realm come to life.  The darkness that disappears beyond the illumination is surreal.  We see no finish.  We see no end.  All we see is what the flame allows us to see in that very moment.

It is pure.  And it is fleeting.

The Beauty in the heart is brought to life as the shadows flutter in the still air.

I stare into this silence and witness the spirit within these walls.
Weightlessness comes over me.

I find this Presence in the room to be awakened at the soft sounds of my thoughts as they whirl into the air like leaves in the fall breeze.

I sit still.  I listen.  I sit still and I watch.

This home breathes with life.  It lives with light.  And this Light is eternal.

I stay in its Glory and I feel Alive.


...And the things around me begin to tell their story. 

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...All She Ever Wanted Was to be Loved.

Peering over the flame, her eyes are intense and ridged.  She stares into the distant darkness and waits.  She waits for her heart to stop pounding into the ground.  She waits for ease.  She wants to catch her abandoning breath again before it is too late.

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Forever

Staring into the heart, she senses a loss.
Her loss is visceral.  It is ages old.

And it is eating her alive.

She cannot speak of the emotions ripping at her soul.
But she sends them into the Heavens.

And she, too, waits.

Waits for ease.


Perhaps Forever.

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They cannot seem to find one another, no matter how closely they look.  

They just can't find the other.  

Looking straight ahead, they hope to bump into each other...someday.  

They can sense it.

Those we surround ourselves with everyday 

may always be searching for us...

and never, ever know we are only a turn-of-the-head away.

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This stillness in this glow allows my mind a place to breath and to regenerate.

It is my hour of strength.

I ponder my life.  My sobriety.  All the people I've known.
I wonder if things would be different had I only changed before this disease threatened every part of my being.  Would I be affected?
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The light in this home allows my mind the freedom to travel through these pages of my story.  My Beauty.  It gives life to the energy behind my thinking head- much like it does to the dancing shadows on the walls.

And from within its darkness-
The liveliest of life still thrives.

Within the glass walls of my heart, I preserve and protect my inner-most feelings as if keeping a precious secret for as long as I can...

But soon, the living and breathing feeling becomes too vigorous for the glass it is encased in and needs to be let free.

The glass will break and the heart will breathe again.

And the Sorrows of the past can be Illuminated 

and Forever swept into the Sun.

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Dance with me- You stories of my past.

Take my hand and flicker across these walls in the deep dimness of my mind.

For it is within your Presence I become Whole again.

For it is within your Presence, your Light, 

I Live.

Again.