awaking in a bed. a bed made for two. alone. new. confused. remembrances of a life past, or was it present-future.

loves of those remembrances walk in; an unknown living entity with them.

outside.

entity reaches towards the ground. produces a young fetus of a man. "do i know this man?" was all i could mutter. not stutter: mutter.

places this seed of a man within me.

entity: "for you have never bore nor born thou shall... now walk until the time for fresh water arises!"

there i started. never to end there. for i walked. for in the remembrance i learned that when things are not comfortable, knowable, nor concrete; you walk on and follow orders from those who are bathed in the know.

from the place i began to the wilderness, i walked.

through the wilderness i found a lake of putrid waters. across the ferry man took me. i, pacing all the while. for once started i could not stop. for i walked now.

from the wilderness to the mountain, i walked.

at the peak i walked harder. for as any one of remembrance can remember: downward a slope is hardest when forced to move slow. so i walked the slopes. up and down i walked for i could not run from this destiny.

from the mountain to the desert, i walked.

walked and walked. for the desert is always endless. endless until you find yourself... in need. for then i found the need for fresh water; for the desert never ends.

the pain. that for which there was no remembrance. for i had never been in need of this fresh water. for what i remember was not fresh. it was circle water. water with a story written upon its original story. tainted yet pure. purified.

i kept walking. until... the water flooded from within me. from every pore and essence of me, there was water.

the desert faded, no, it grew. it grew into the place i had began. a man was formed from me. same as me. different than the remembrance. for then was made men and women of the same differences as us all.

mirrors.

what were those and why do i feel like this man was one. this new thing was that of an old, yet new all together. no old within him.

in a lightless flash. i was gone and only the new remained. this new had turned the remembrance into knowing, loving, and perfection.

my loves where gone, yet i felt no pain of that that the remembrance caused upon seeing them.

entity: "welcome"

in that one word i was both at peace and knowing of three things. the entity was welcoming me for the journey. i was welcome at this new place that remembrance would have labeled as "home". the entity was welcoming me for the destination. and for that last welcome i was most welcome.

amen

awaking in a bed. a bed made for two. alone. new. confused. remembrances of a life past, or was it present-future.

loves of those remembrances walk in; an unknown living entity with them.

outside.

entity reaches towards the ground. produces a young fetus of a man. "do i know this man?" was all i could mutter. not stutter: mutter.

places this seed of a man within me.

entity: "for you have never bore nor born thou shall... now walk until the time for fresh water arises!"

there i started. never to end there. for i walked. for in the remembrance i learned that when things are not comfortable, knowable, nor concrete; you walk on and follow orders from those who are bathed in the know.

from the place i began to the wilderness, i walked.

through the wilderness i found a lake of putrid waters. across the ferry man took me. i, pacing all the while. for once started i could not stop. for i walked now.

from the wilderness to the mountain, i walked.

at the peak i walked harder. for as any one of remembrance can remember: downward a slope is hardest when forced to move slow. so i walked the slopes. up and down i walked for i could not run from this destiny.

from the mountain to the desert, i walked.

walked and walked. for the desert is always endless. endless until you find yourself... in need. for then i found the need for fresh water; for the desert never ends.

the pain. that for which there was no remembrance. for i had never been in need of this fresh water. for what i remember was not fresh. it was circle water. water with a story written upon its original story. tainted yet pure. purified.

i kept walking. until... the water flooded from within me. from every pore and essence of me, there was water.

the desert faded, no, it grew. it grew into the place i had began. a man was formed from me. same as me. different than the remembrance. for then was made men and women of the same differences as us all.

mirrors.

what were those and why do i feel like this man was one. this new thing was that of an old, yet new all together. no old within him.

in a lightless flash. i was gone and only the new remained. this new had turned the remembrance into knowing, loving, and perfection.

my loves where gone, yet i felt no pain of that that the remembrance caused upon seeing them.

entity: "welcome"

in that one word i was both at peace and knowing of three things. the entity was welcoming me for the journey. i was welcome at this new place that remembrance would have labeled as "home". the entity was welcoming me for the destination. and for that last welcome i was most welcome.

amen