Walking across the soil was a little Red Palm Weavel. It longed to find its place in a world full of space. Its journey was long and its Hope was strong. In a distance the beetle saw its dream but at the other end there was its mate. Confused and indecisive the beetle did not know whether to choose the tree or the fellow beetle.
It turned and crawled towards its mate. Happiness was found, and did not regret her decision. They both spent their time together and shared all they had; their secrets, their bodies. They crawled together and traveled to many trees. This was more than the beetle could ever want. They had there young.
Out of nowhere came their destruction. The other beetle ran away and left her alone. Man moved in the beetles private home dragging her away to never see her young again. It was then that she understood, it is not what you achieve and gain but simply your experiences and memories that count, and the way they change you.
The little Red Palm Weavel escaped from the clutches of their hands and flew off to a far away land. The memories hurt, but it was simply to make her who she was.
The wind brushed through my hair, carressing my Soul, with it carrying all its secrets. It took them all back but left a little note inside my Soul.
“Someone is reaching out to You”
As I heard this little voice within me I wondered what it meant. Couldn’t I have gotten a clear message? There is always a Reason and this is no exception. The message is simple but I might be overlooking it. Maybe it was not meant for me… maybe I’m simply a messenger sending it out to You. Who knows?
Maybe someone out there is calling me to find them; somebody I know? somebody I don’t? But maybe it is my soul calling out to realize my goal. Is it a call for help?
So many questions with no answers, yet I know that I would not be given a message if I could not handle it. The truth will be out… it always comes out, like the wind that has no origin but comes out anyway.
In the beginning there was Nothing but void. No sound, No sight, No Sense of anything. Can You imagine the feeling of Nothingness?
Until the spark came along. Out of nothing something was created; a flame in the middle of the void. What was its function in this void? It suddenly crackled spitting out a red dragonfly. The dragonfly zoomed across the space but could not find a place.
The flame crackled once more spitting out a Bright White Cat. The cat walked through the space but did not find a place. She rested in the void and the Dragonfly rested on her head.
The flame crackled for the third time spitting out a Young Handsome Man. The man walked through the space but did not find a place. He rested while patting the cat on his lap and looking at the dragonfly zoom around them.
If time existed in this void, one would say Days passed until the Man tried to close his hand around the flame out of Boredom. The flame became hotter and bigger, the man put his hands down and part of the flame surrounded him, the cat, and the dragonfly. The other half of the flame exploded creating many different rocks and forms of Light. Yet The Man, the Cat, and the Dragonfly were unharmed. The fire swallowed them away from that space and spat them out once again in a Place; Earth.
The Cat found others like her, and so did the dragonfly. Though the Man had to walk miles and miles, with a feeling he did not have in the void; Hunger.
He found a tree with red items hanging from it. It was so Beautiful that he pulled it off and took a bite from it, he felt it satisfied a part of his hunger, though that was not the only thing it gave him; he was given knowledge.
He decided to go back and found the Cat and Dragonfly still together. He found a cave and lived Peacefully with the Cats and Dragonflies.
The time has come for me to leave my space, yet now I know it was never my true place. I fly up and I search for something. My true place is with You, making our connection between the souls stronger and searching together for who we are. Do You know or do You flow?
The wind blows in Your direction to bring out the secrets You have been hiding all these years. I shed my tears. I used to think no secrets seperated us even though now You are Lost, Gone. I fly up and I search.
I reached the top only to find that it was the beneath the ground. Much work I still need, yet not giving up is one of the keys. You belong to a place that is not my place, yet who says we do not belong? You searched and You found… I fly up and I search.
In the end I know I will find what should come my way, and I will Love You till my New Beginning. I fly up and I search.
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