“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.” Yoda
It’s a treasury of heroic stories
it’s joy unfolding
lessons in forgiveness
from the stars we came
unraveled by the knowing
that our bodies slowly fade.
We write these pages
as a memoir,
to remind us of who we are becoming,
and exhausted by the times we live in
we still speak in song
*we skip the light fandango
and turning cartwheels across the floor”
our imaginations alive with wonder!
our stories are real
of who we want to be,
we discard our excess flesh
“peel off our dragon skins”
to one day turn into vessels of pure light
drifting in a universe of color
particles of wonder
stretched across the galaxies
never be parted again
we are souls afloat
in a sea of flesh,
of light and dark…
we crave reunion!
I long to meet you on silent shores
beyond this time
far from present danger,
to gab about many things
like “why the sea is boiling hot
and weather pigs have wings!”
and sink into the knowing that we are so very loved.
Can connections ever fade
like yellowed pages of a book?
Have we written these stories in invisible ink
to be forgotten
or will we return?
when we look through this hour-glass of time
the clock ticks loudly
reminding us of our frailty
we feel the weight of separation.
yet we are given courage by our ancestors
by Time Lords
to stay the course….
Eight years ago, I was visiting family in Eastbourne, it was my sister’s birthday
and we had a family reunion like has never been seen before and probably
will not be seen again.
So much has changed since then and I let my imagination stretch across the miles
to bring to life these memories…
*A straightforward, literal interpretation of these lyrics: We skipped the light fandango. Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor. Skipping is a way of hopping and running at the same time. It’s the sort of thing a happy child would do.
A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum
The Voyage of the Dawn-treader(the un-dragoning of Eustace)by CS Lewis
The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll