Where Have All The Stories Gone?
Long Time Passing…
Where have all her stories gone? Long time ago.
Identities donned, identities shed.
Some seemed alive, some now seem dead.
Once Upon a Time there lived, on a charming world called Earth, a little girl called Betsy. She knew the blue-white light that ushered in this existence. She was certain of her place in the All. She grew identities in her inner garden that bloomed into life like flowers in the spring. She lived what mattered and so it manifested.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“What’s that?” she wondered to herself, as her lifetime grew instead, spiraling into being like the galaxy that contained its purpose.
Then, one day, she felt the bonds of constraint; too much, too heavy. There were too many entanglements. Whose web was this? How would she ever be free? Where was the unlimited sense of Being she had brought here to unfold? Was this what was meant to be?
The first shift happened just as her body turned thirty. Kablam! The life she had built, but not truly dreamed, shattered to pieces as a new thread emerged. Thank goodness! It was something to cling to, an inspiration when all else tasted of ash.
