Spirit has spoken thru me,
Though i am still catching up.

These lights you call stars are shards of your broken wholeness.
Why do you dream such painful dreams?

Reality is not like this.
For a moment at your request it can appear so,

But only so you can see yourself shimmer in a cold clear midnight sky.
And only for a moment.

The cold misaligns you,
Fools and folds your senses into aloneness.

At least then a longing for communion and warmth awakens.
And return is promised.

DualismĀ is such a disturbing game to play.
Is the view really worth the anguish that carries you there?

Deb Smith