Time is fluid
Full of circles
Full of strings of possibility
They flow from the center of my gut
No one see them but me
No one feels them,
Save a few mystics
And poets
A Barrier of protection
Is lifted
And the future rushes in
Like a punch from a giant
Hauling off his fist
Into my soft underbelly
Then finishing me off
With a blinding uppercut
Fear grips me with
The feelings that the future
Holds.
I forget that the Divine has a plan for it all.
I forget that love should be greater in my soul
Than the fear,
then the darkness creeps in.
I feel the environment of the future change
I feel a new person and what they are like
Before I ever meet them
I feel events before I even know they are a possibility
I feel the core of dark souls,
Consumed by fear and discover
The source in her eyes
In her voice
In what is not said
As much as what is.
I can't wait for the day
When I don't fear
The end of a cycle
Of a circle of life…
But death is change
And the unknown beyond it
Is natural to fear
But it can also become natural not to
And I am still working on that.