FLUID TRANSITION

It's been a haunting time.

A haunting distance.

With every fluid moment and movement filled

with visions...

as though blinded...

                                Spell CAST...

Upon Me... but by whom?

                                         You?

My Guides?

Speak that which you wish:

Out loud, into the world.

Leave it there.

                      Leave it to rest.

Repeat your desire often.

Call BACK that which is yours,

                                              THAT WHICH IS MINE.

I shall have nothing LESS and nothing more...

But are there more lessons for me to learn from this?

                           One planned by ME,

                         Unbeknownst to YOU?

How clever I have been.

How cunning.

How I realized my doing.

And yet, I was silent.

                                 Was I not?

But this was truly a heartfelt request,

                                                           Cunning or no.

I am encumbered with this debt

Owed.

And grateful for it with the depths of my soul.

But be Cautioned:

There are messages within messages...

Layer upon layer...

To everything I do,

Everything I have said.

And I wonder, who are we now?

Is the change great?

This TRANSITION?

Which one, amongst us hides?

Hides Secrets... Afraid to tell?

“All you have to do is ask. The RIGHT Questions.”

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