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The Veil of Aging

Brooklyn Grace (editor)
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1 min readJan 7, 2025
She Visited Again. © Brooklyn Muse

The Veil of Aging
is not what one may imagine.
The elderly Native American woman
in my dream explained without words.

She was seated at a pink, round-laced table.
I approached and she recognized me.
Her attire was of the plains,
I was shocked she knew me.

“I do not know you.”
“Ahh…you do not remember.”
I saw her disappointment.
She looked off to an elder in dismay.

I still see her deep, soul gaze.
“It is the Veil of Age,” she said.
I realized the instant “Knowing”
Soul Knowing.

It is not a difficult concept
but I have had few that understand.
It is an irrefutable knowledge,
I know, I am an island. (sigh)

The Native American woman
saw my soul and connected to me.
As I am still in this earthly realm,
I had no recognition.

I know, I am an island.
Someday, somewhere
I may meet someone
that understands me.

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Brooklyn Grace (editor)
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Written by Brooklyn Grace (editor)

NYC area -educator. writer. editor. treasure hunter. mountains. beach. city. Medium.Newsbreak.Substack.Reddit. images©️ Brooklyn Grace.

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