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A TRILOGY ~JOURNEY & ODE to LOVE   Part 1

written by Lynne Hazelden c 2002 - present

 

 

 

 

 

 Photo:Copyright: Kindly offered by Elen

 http://www.flickr.com/photos/ln_artography/ 

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In the beginning we had everything and everything was good, and we saw that is was good. And when night came our hearts reached out to each other but this time there was no-one there.  WE dreamed of heaven and when we awoke we were lost, like we could not find each other, because in the time in-between we moved just a little....... and the little changed everything, and everything seemed unreal and the reality we shared changed, .....and then, the wondering began.

 

Once the wondering began, we left the place our hearts found and could only see a light in the distance which drew us now and called to us - because it felt familiar. And so we went there wondering if the other place of 'everything' ever existed - and it did. And in those moments, we remembered in our hearts and so our hearts cried for us because we are so lost. Now the lost souls could not find each other because the calling became louder and more familiar, but at least now we could hear the familiar questions that seem to comfort us, except the questions we ask have no answers; but at least they are there to ask and comfort us because if we could answer them - we could go home and find everything.

 

But love, The Soul looked for you and wanted to remember where the 'everything' was, but it could not see you now because it was not in a place of clarity - because we had wondered too far. So we are wondering now in the noise and comfort of the questions and we do have our heart but it is bleeding, and we like the colour because it reminds us of something real - so we comfort ourselves in the warmth of the discomfort, although we know not why.....

 

In time, the everything became just a whisper ...and the question become more real, and lest time must travel and the perception of time heals works; but in the distance the true heart is lost for it can not see the reason it left in the first place, and hopes that one day - it can find everything again. And so it searches among the questions for the road home, until one day it hears a whisper of everything, and sets out to find it again.  But everything did not leave - it was only a single moment where one left into the mist of doubt but it nursed the fear of losing everything so well - that it lost it.

 

It was only that 'one moment' when they lost each other forever; and in that moment of time that past........ it seems like everything was nothing, and the questions that led us here are the questions that have no answers but do lead us to that familiar place, where everything can not exist in your heart. But something keeps calling from the otherside, but lest we listen to the song, it can not be found in the unanswerable questions - but only by ones who dream of that place, and in closing ones ears to the familiar questions that comfort us so much.

 

The heart can be found in the in-between - in that place where love can exist in the everything and nothing, because it does not need it. There is no road to everything from the place we are looking; for the answer it is searching for lies only in faith and hope and the choice to leave that place to nowhere, where everything is.

 

Love is a journey to the road of everything. And everything is love and here.

 

I am standing here and I never left here in the land of everything but I lost you in one moment, I am your love, and in that one moment you were lost - the distance became a chasm and the chasm has no answer; and is only the questions that lead you to losing your heart.

 

I am waiting here for love in this place, I am your heart, and our heart, and everyheart of everything. I will always be here for you to find me, just like the questions will always be here for you ..... we can not exist without each other - we are the polarities of your existence.

 

I am always here and when you come to visit I will cherish you. You are welcome to stay when the questions are not enough. I am here in the in-between everything and nothing.

 

I love you.

                                                                                                                                                        Copyright: lynne hazelden Sept 28th 2002

c lynnehazelden
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