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5/22/21 from the dream vault; a severed hand bestows a gift

5/23/2021

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I dream of a severed hand

wind sweeping through
an open window
in a bedroom
from one of my past lives

I try to hide from the hand
as it searches for me
with its thumb heavy spider crawl
distant voices scatter about me
 an incantation song

I ask if this is my sign
the hand make its way to me
offers up an open palm
with a heavy jewel laden ring

I bend down
take the ring
and slip it on
my left hand

the curtains open
revealing a fertile silver moon
I don't know what to do
I say standing there 
talking to the wind
feeling like a fool
the severed hand
lays immobile at my feet
its purpose has been served

a breeze carries a voice
past my ear
so faint I can't hear it
but it calms me
I know I will wake up now
that something has been set
in motion

I wake up and suddenly know
 the window of time
has been opened
but soon it will close
I feel a sense of urgency

all my lives are converging
dominoes lined up
 in perfect order

in that tower bedroom
many lifetimes ago
I told myself a story
then I manifested it again
and again into many lifetimes

this is my last one
my old soul longs for the night sky
when it is complete
I will swirl in the cosmos of creation
just matter, dust, and stars












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