The ancient Wheels

The ancient wheels

That role season into season

Birth into birth

With it come the deaths of things we once knew

We open the space between the worlds in which parts of us were left for safekeeping once

And maybe they'll venture home with us

A little fairy girl, smaller than a hand, with her flower of delight and another with a heavy treasure chest of strength and pride

When the time is ripe

Well, when we are ripe

The chest seems nearly empty, apart from a tiny bean of a tiny seeming something - yet, there's such reverence, such pride

What might lies in these eyes

When she opens the chest, it clearly is the biggest treasure of all

soooo powerful

Watching this tiny body dragging the chest behind her, I knew right than, that "seeming" is merely appearance.

A disguise of sorts

Entusiasm, will and determination

Strength oftentimes is something other than what we think

And all seeds of courage and trust weigh more than any measure of strength of bulls

The balloon that carried the little girl of delight away, with a smile sooo warm and her flower full of life -

yelling back to me

wait!

I need to go and get something

And off she flew knowing exactly where to go

Here, will and delight are of the same essence

I trust her... and I know that she is connecting a thread back into the shadows with someone that also was lost inbetween the worlds at some point

In this moment I'm here to hold the other end of the thread, a sort of anchor in some strange way into both worlds so that they may come home to whom they belong

And than as soon as they had come and rested, they went...

At every turn we ought to leave a little of the heavy burdens that've been strapped to our backs

And suddenly we may see the world in a new light

The ancient wheels - a little reminder of what we know of passing

The wisdom of vision

Two little fairy girls and their companions, somewhere there in the shadows still, woven into the fabric of existence and connected by an invisible thread that now all five of us know

Yes, there is indeed a way back home