He awoke from a deep sleep not knowing himself.
His past no longer accessible.
Baffled and confused he staggered down the hall way.
Where he happened upon a drawer with a mirror.
His reflection was that of an old man.
The lines in his forehead suggested a life time of worry.
He couldn’t imagine what for.
What else might these aging lines confess?
Anticipation – his face lit up with hope!
Something good was about to happen.
‘Hehehe’, laughter dissolves his clinging.
A little girl grinning looked up at the old man.
Poppy! Why are you looking at yourself?
Oh my heavens! What do we have here asked the man.
Poppy it’s me. Why are you staring at yourself in the mirror?
Not sure my little dove.
Have you forgotten who you are again?
Why, yes, it certainly appears that way.
You are my poppy and I am a princess said the little girl.
A princess! My goodness what a wonderful princess you are!
‘Hehehe’, now you must dance with me?
Yes of course, how might we do that exactly?
You have to lift me up and hold me close.
Got it … oh this is dandy! What’s next?
Now swing me around and sing to me.
Figalo, figalo, round & round we go!
Piccolo, piccolo, beating drums & a banjo!
This is so much fun Poppy! Now it’s your turn to be king.
Very well sweat pea but all I want to do is sing.
Then sing we shall, about everything!
None of us is an island onto our self, for much of our lives are situational. We receive a sense of who we are through our interaction with others and in time come to know our place in it. Often we confuse our positions & roles with the actual ground of our being. That is we forget about the wonder of simply being present to things as they happen. Yet our inner-child awaits us, always eager to participate & play. Eventually the barriers fall away, through crude awakening or sometimes by slow decay. We return to what we are, warmly lit as a shining star.
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Love & light,