It’s almost like
I knew about this place
But I didn’t recognize it
Rearing its beautiful head
At uncanny moments
Surfacing, like an iceberg
At unsuspecting junctures
Imagine
There is this place
This space
This time
Where all our dreams go
Where all true thoughts go
Where intergenerational trauma goes
A reservoir
Of sacred knowledge
Timeless stories
Intuitive gifts
Like an abundant supply of magic
A fountain of inner knowing
And what of this place?
How do we get there?
By boat
By plane
By meandering through the forest?
Or as the Greek gods understood
A simple glance inwards
But if it’s in me
And if it’s in you
Then surely we are not just
Interconnected
Instead, in fact
We are one
Sharing this physical plane
Acting on the stage
As if it were all our idea
Yet, true storylines
Are created offstage
With the soul writer
Guided by the invisible