Dear One Who Walks The Earth, Let Me Tell You The Secrets of Time
a certain piece of wisdom for you
My dearest one who walks with feet on Gaia’s earth,
Let me tell you this certain wisdom.
I encounter this wisdom while sitting alone with my hair down and my consciousness let loose to wander.
“I love you,” I whisper telepathically to my beloved.
It feels wonderful.
Their soul tickles me back.
“I would stay with you forever,” I croon to them through the Universe.
Unlike the last reaction, which felt pleasant, this sentence does something entirely else to my energy.
The projection soars away from me, further down the timeline. No longer am I in concentrated, amorous relationship with this soul, but my mind has wandered to a future date, simply by speaking the intention.
It feels … like a net. It has been cast. It is now in motion, but it has yet to land.
It takes my energy with it.
I shrug off the weight of this net. “Well,” I purse my lips, thinking to my beloved, “That doesn’t much matter right now.”
“I love you now.”
