Curious Dimensions

She no longer exists inside this vacant house, but her spirit lives on…

. . . . .

She wishes it would all go away – the imbalanced inflections that have recently settled upon her will. As energy is spent toward fragments of thought, a great aching loneliness crushes her spirit of self-reliance. Minute details pile up in her psyche, twining midst the dark and the light. Images rise then fall within the unease of the mind and its curious dimensions.

Outside, not a breath of wind stirs. Inside, a deep-seated impassivity binds itself tight, troubling her mindfulness. Unsure of the rhythms that once held her, time circles – each second hastily giving over to the next. With an aura of uncertainty her mind wanders as her eyes wearily encircle the darkness that thickens with the fall of night.

Every now and then she is lost deep within pockets of fond remembrances, yet at other times, every intimate connection with her past appears to be lost to her completely. All she ever wanted was to return to the comforts of her home – to the familiar whispers of the walls where the corner dust settles, to the warmth of the woodstove as it commences its recurring roar.

Through an effort of will

a brave voice speaks; 

Sshh, it says. 

There, there. 

Sshh, it will all be alright. 

Sshh, now…

The voice lowers 

and forces its way 

back inside 

where it lay hidden, 

becoming almost indistinct.

How insidiously it all unfolds. As the days pass, her frail frame becomes lighter and lighter. As silence precedes, insight and retrospection recede and her spirit lifts toward the pitch of the early morning light. Leaving that known place behind, she arrives at another. Her spirit coasts, then orbits the far-reaching heavens, where it is soothed as it is rocked and lullabied in a perpetual communion of mystery.

And there she drifts, feather-light at the edge of space and time, existing not as some recognizable physical entity, but as a sweet presence that beautifully moves from season to season. Its language – love, is housed forever in the heart’s and mind’s of all she knew.

. . . . .

There’s a lovely flame

that burns through 

the long night 

as the music plays 

behind the doors 

of fond remembrances.