Close your eyes--
How can you tell the difference between the enchantment of a dream
And the flowing fate of being awake?
Behind closed eyes,
The world can toss and turn on a whim, morphing into magnificent rainbows of colors, defying graphics of shapes and sizes and a symphony of sounds existing for fractions of seconds, swirling into your own interpretation of what's come to your mind...
The mind creates a library, stacking away, filing, saving a never ending amount of information, stimula, downloaded, stored and translated, awaiting the command to bring it to the surface, to be opened when we need it (with or without our knowledge!)
How far strings stretch, tethered to those files, the memories-- the sounds-- the voices, the words, the "I love you's."
The images-- the faces, every wrinkle and line written across them, the glittering happiness of smiles, the soul's gateway-- the eyes looking into your own.
The smells-- the perfumes, the shampoos, the wood of the house, the sweets baking in the oven wafting over the dinner table...
These are the memories surpassing time and space, stored deeply, carefully in the eternal hard drive, on standby for retrieval. Tucked away within the deep inner knowing.
Distance within and without creates a translucent cloud hurrying over the world around, marking the stage between one side and the other-- there by its own accord, haunting the space between one side and the other. A ghost of persistence.
On the other side of the veil I sit and lament,
What should blow away that ghost's fog--
What could forge a space through the billow?
What undying tethers spring through the energetic bodies, beckoning the heart to unfasten your voice, your scent, the image of your eyes looking into my own?
If we all existed in a time, in a space, gathered together on a line, I'd be on one side and you, another but closed eyes, drifting into the haze of illusions, there's no separation in the infinite now for love defies all ideology of sense.
In love, eyes closed, sweet soul, kind heart, gentle spirit, you're but a fraction of a second away, a splitting reverberation in the beating of the heart, a connection of synapses celebrating together the exchange of you!
Fair distance need not separate us no matter what magical film you walk upon, no--
I know, you're always here with me, with us all, inwards and outwards of infinity.
With love, honour and ultimate belief in all that is, I wish you a walk with angels dearest Aunt Joan.
Love and Light ✨
Cece 😘🧙
This post is original content by Cece Heart
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