How could we not meet again in this space? Time. If for a snippet of your essence I stop to look around, all fades. In your presence
, or under your shade, I have grown. Now the shadows flicker across the barren walls, a canvas, and the projection of life. In your light truly just a flicker.
In my hurried existence I neglected to nestle against you, to curl up underneath your wings, to close my eyes and trust your guiding hand. See, this grown man is but a cover for the golden band that holds the beating heart of a little child. Long have I sheltered the curious belief that you are haunting me, chasing the life out of me, like a brush steadily erasing the lines we use to track the footprints you leave between night and day. I yearned to get away from you, to harbor my life in a space that you could not touch with your solemn affair; to no avail.
With age I am none the wiser. You left traces upon my skin. Relics of the past, ancient specks infused with life. Oh time, what I don’t know today, I made up manifold by sailing across the spinning world of love’s free spirit. I sank my finger into the damp sand, watched the entrancing circle spread lightly in all direction, just as a wave gingerly stretched over the beach to envelope my ankles. The limitation I felt you imposed upon me had lifted, or rather shifted, shifted in my mind. At the core you and I share the same beautiful nothingness. If left untouched here lies the ornate peak on which we stand. I have come to dance once and for all in the space that has no beginning and no end. At last, you and I are not separate, not friend, nor foe, solely the tremble in close affiliation, like two strangers bound by the same heart, an everlasting glow in the boundless. Flicker on, quiver still, simmer in vastness – peace.