It took precisely fourteen years
For me to reincarnate
I was adrift somewhere
In the ocean of birth and death
The ocean was expansive
And dark
The waters were calm
Perhaps merely the waters of the womb
But I was adrift there for years
Awaiting rebirth
Awaiting a new body
It was dark there, no light could penetrate this place
It was the darkness of introspection
The darkness of waiting and growing
Distant stars from high above
Called sacred songs to me
I watched them dance in the velvet black
I longed to understand their song
But I could not hear their words
I could not decipher their message
I had not yet learned their meaning
Before this life I was a young mother
Too young
Too small
Too unsure
Of the strange world I was thrust into
The times were too turbulent
Colours ran together
Music blared
I was confused and disoriented
A lost little bird
In the nest of hawks
A runaway
Just a child blending seamlessly
Into a world of adults
I gave in to a dark needle
Dripping honey sweet promises
Release from pain
Release from darkness
Just a prick and I could fly
Just a little pinch
And it all went away
My dreams were sweet
And darkness fled
But just one too many
Just a bit too much
And I found myself adrift
Floating in silent waters
Looking up at the stars whose songs
Were so foreign to me
A voice whispered to me
Calling me an otherworldly name
That none living could comprehend
It told me secrets that I was not meant to recall
It told me I had not yet learned
What I needed to learn
To understand the stars
So I was sent on
That voice, that I can only guess
To be the voice of the divine
Not knowing that I retained its words
Like the memory of a feather's touch
Like the breath of Zephyrus against my neck
Those words reached down into my spirit
Resonated there
Like the vibrations of the very universe itself
You haven't learned
That voice had said so simply
Simple words that echo and resound
Bouncing back to me off the walls of my very soul
You haven't learned
It had whispered in the dark
Before breathing life upon me again
And I listened
I remembered
Perhaps I was meant to remember those words
Perhaps we all were meant to remember
But the world replaces those words with trivial things
The world just makes us forget
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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