AUGUST FIVE

There was a time when I found myself truly alone, though the memory of it eludes me now. I cannot conjure the faint echoes of laughter or conversation that might have floated in from beyond my immediate surroundings. Instead, what lingers in my mind is the palpable presence of a Divine Power, softly guiding me through that solitude. This unseen force seemed to envelop me, ensuring that my every need was met, as if an invisible hand was always there, watching over me with unwavering care and attention. In that state of isolation, rather than feeling abandoned, I sensed a comforting companionship that transcended the physical world, a serene awareness that I was never truly alone.
Within the expanse of this vast and shimmering warm Sea of Love, my soul stumbled upon a hidden sanctuary, a tranquil oasis where it could wander unreservedly, unburdened by the weight of worries. The gentle beats I heard, seemed to cradle my spirit, inviting it to explore the depths of this serene paradise. Each gentle ripple whispered promises of freedom, allowing my heart to soar without hesitation as I embraced the profound beauty surrounding me. This enchanted place became a refuge, where all my cares melted away, and I could truly be myself, liberated and at peace.

Your last Dream lay hidden from the world’s gaze, a precious pearl nestled beneath the swirling waves of love and affection. This enchanted realm unfolded like a storybook, a sanctuary alive with the whispers of benevolent angels, whose celestial presence infused the air. They floated gracefully around my throne, their movements a symphony of ethereal serenity, as haunting melodies of recited poetry echoed softly in the twilight—each word wrapped in the warmth of a lullaby, soothing and caressing my heart. The angels, those luminous guardians of this sacred sanctuary, carried a divine responsibility bestowed upon them: to nourish, protect, and tend to the blossoming Seed sown with love. With hands as gentle as the softest breeze, they unlatched the door to your heart, inviting me into a vibrant sanctuary pulsing with life and understanding. It was here that I came to realize—I was never truly alone in this boundless expanse. I danced and twirled amidst the brilliance of that infinite Sea, reveling in the comforting warmth that enveloped me. Your true love radiated like golden sunlight piercing through a canopy of trees, pure and untouched by the complexities and uncertainties that plagued the world beyond. Within this nurturing realm, I tasted freedom; your love sculpted my every adventurous exploration, shaping each moment into a beautiful expression of what I would become.

Yet, inevitably, there approached a time when the angels, wise in their celestial insight, gathered to deliberate upon the fate of this nurturing Sea—a place that had once been a cradle of bliss was now deemed unfit for the thriving Seed. You laughed, the sound a bittersweet melody resonating with a tinge of sorrow, as the angels exchanged knowing sighs, aware that the Seed had blossomed and matured, eager to embrace the vast life awaiting just beyond the horizon. Every fleeting moment was intricately woven into a sacred design, a tapestry of destinies destined to be unveiled.

For months, I voyaged through this wondrous existence,
a reflection of your joys and sighs.

For months, I danced through this wondrous existence,
and I began to hear your joyful cries.

For months, I was absorbed in your Sea, and then I cried
and became the last of your dreams known.

Oh, is there a greater wish a mother could ask for
than to have a Lyrical Heart to call your very own?