I AM WHERE I BELONG
The journeys run together now. The ideas, they are the same yet different. From messages in Cathedrals that point me one way, I rush headlong into the womb of the great mother in a land far from there. The Holy Mother slides down the mountain side and at the bottom she is holding a child. There is to be a re-birth, it is mine. I place the cup to my lips, I drink. The clown and the jester appear, but I don’t play games. I see you there dressed as Santa, but in a white suit. And then, he appears…the spaceman and he talks to me and I to him. I do not know what we say. You tell me I talked in tongues. I did not hear what we said. In this new place I lie down in the dome where you were told I should stay and I hear the noises that are familiar from another land. I ask, do you hear them also? They do not; they are meant only for me. The faces appear under the pyramid. They are old and weathered. One smiles, but not at me. I see them all by each one of them. I see them again at the ceremony. Under the pyramid, again I see. I’m in the center now, I’m turning, I see many things…..one for each of them. These gifts are being given to me…is it still part of the re-birth? The journeys run together now, but soon I will be on another. Will it run together with these? I hold out my arms, I am ready, I am open.