“I am going back.
Back to the beginning.
When angel hairs bloomed out white
And blue eyes sparkled through sunbeams in the morning.
I am going back home to the first of things.
Before the brindle hairs started blooming and the sunbeams turned into a stinging pain.
I found my way forward in a myriad of unusual circumstances.
I pulled upward toward the sky.
I may back flip my way towards her.
Back to the start.
So that I may find the meaning in her tender eyes.
The real meaning .
Before the pulling,
The pushing and the scrambling began.
And I will find her in the hallway.
Where sunbeams shot thru the windows and covered dust tracks ,
Delicious and inviting.
I will find her there watching quietly.
Wanting what she wants now.
And before she has been starved too deeply.
Of the love that she needs for her soul,
I will tell her.
That she herself is love.
I am going back.
I am going back for her.
And when her tiny hand meets mine.
I will pull her into my heart.
Will finally be home.”
I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.