Purgatory

When I was a child, I used to have repeating nightmares of past lives in which I had died, brutally.

Then, I dreamed I was in a spired castle as they came again for me, choosing the body’s form I’d escape forward into this life to live within.

In waking consciousness, the world inside was gray like my eyes, compared to the bright life and blue skies around and above me.

Only nature could permeate my isolated sanctuary, coaxing me into bravery to feel all of this time’s pain and suffering for the promise of joy unforsaken.

I didn’t want to live like this, relegated to submitting – to diminishing the light my soul has all along carried.

How could I have been born so long ago, living and dying – yet, always aspiring – seeking for when the time of our conscious awarenesses are colliding?

Do you realize how far we’ve come in this round of re-ascending? How easy it could be to fall back down into that dark, black hole of ignorance’s oblivion?

In this life, we’ve trodded along, merely obeying – our only guarantee being that once born, we’re on our way to dying.

How precious these few moments where we might reveal and revel in our Understanding!