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The Veil of Aging
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.