From within the Interim
As the past releases its hold and gives up its ghosts
And what used to fill, begins to fade
Or no longer sustains;
As the future arrives from beyond what’s known
And the feelings are so new, so unfamiliar,
As if waking in a strange new land, or from the deepest of dreams;
When the present moment is all there seems to be
And one feels small within the vastness of it all,
Yet somehow exactly where one is meant to be;
How does one begin to describe it? Find language that can even approach?
As it is reached for, it begins to swirl…
Neither here, nor there, but standing at a crossroads in time that is yet beyond time.
Poised. Within the divine order, unbound.
An explorer. A pathfinder. A furtherer.
A newly minted bearer of consciousness and wielder of choice.
An embryonic possibility in service to Life itself.
Within the mystery and the grace of this moment, and the next,
A unique and flashing crystal being drawn, inexorably, towards the Crown of Creation.
- Gail Fillion