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The Little Girl who Begged Time into Being
This is a poem given to me by a very special friend for one of my birthdays.
I have read it many times and each time I am carried to a place beyond my conscious mind and to this day cannot fully describe the sensations it triggers in the depths of my being. I share with you this special poem by a very special Being.
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Once upon a time...
in a mind not far from this world
lived a curious little girl.
She played within clouds and
whispered beauty with every breath.
All around her
everything good and great
she created and crafted
in and out of love
For she is love
and was love
and love she just is.
But what of...
Other things?
She thought.
Certainly there is more to life than this.
Certainly there is more to love than this.
And harmoniously the heavens choired...
Nope!
This is it.
This is all you got.
And thus though ridiculously ha[[y she was
She was sad.
But...
But...
She pouted
in that cute way innocence is want to pout.
But I'm all that there is...
And although I love you
And you are love
And we are love
I feel...
There's more to life than...
This
I feel...
There's more to love than...
Me...
In a way that angels and heaven can only be
The Universe stops
For a moment to prepare
For a star to descend
For they sensed a wish upon her lios.
She said..
In that cute way innocence
can only be cute...
I don't want to be a bother
playing with the hem of her
Lapis skirt.
I don't want to be a bother
But I was just wondering...
I don't want to be a bother
But I was just thinking...
And so I'm thinking out loud
so you can hear
And thank you for listening
I was just wondering...
Can I have someone?
Maybe others...
Lots of others to play with...
Like hide and go seek
or ping pong or
Sex
She whispered and flushed
Or
or
or
Or what shined the sun...
I don't know said her loveliness
And the sun smiled showing it's brightness
I don't know what I want...
But I do know I want more...
And she looked at her feet
Drawing circles in the sand
And barely in a butterfly whisper said
I hope I'm not being a bother...
And the Universe blink in and out of existence
With another smiled and hugged her in it's wings.
As only parents can do.
It's no bother my love for we are here because of you
And because of you we will be
Anything... you desire
But...
Paused the Universe that was still
Into it's stillness
Waiting for her thought to finish...
Waiting for that moment to last
And past
Pause and patient for time was not yet invented.
But...
This isn't a warning but a caution...
Along with others that you want so much...
Along with these things that you want as such
Comes something else that you're sure to get.
In fact not truly knowing what you want puts us
in an awkward place.
A place called...
And Mother Nature looked at her husband
And he said in a voice that still echoes into infinity
He said
It puts us into time.
With you not truly knowing what you want
It makes us not know what you want
and in order to give you what you want
We must give you everything.
And in that everything will be somethings
Though they can never hurt my love
We're sure you don't want.
Do you understand?
And the little girl
all ripe with anticipation of a present
Bubble with the future of yes, yes, yes...
Though they knew she meant...
I don't care just give it to me and I'll
Figure it out as I go along...
And she jumped and clapped
But
Said the star that was to her her chariot
to unknowing gift.
Not another but
She whined...
And she folded her arms and pouted the blues.
And bubbled with the impatience of a child
Of God
But
We have one request...
It's a simple one but it's a request no the less.
Can you record what you will experience and
Feel and whatever it is that comes across you
Or what you come across
Or what you will make cross you
Or what crosses you?
However mundane.
What is mundane?
Her loveliness asked in true innovence.
We don't know
Choir everything.
Because all is love
And You are love
And We are love
Everything just is.
And we're happy with being.
But where you're going
is not one with us though it is
You will fell or think it is not.
How do you know she ask
But stop because she knew the answer.
Because all is love
And she is love
Love is all that there is.
But then she said yes.
So they gave her a memory
So she may document the moments
And thus time was invented just so she
May experience others.
And on that 1st moment
Within that 1st minute
That makes up that 1st hour
That created that 1st day
That 1st girl write all that was wrong
And thus write
With every stroke of her pen
She writed all the wrongs of this mundane existence.
Because she had a promise to fulfill.
But deep down she knew...
Not too far into time
She knew that the heavens
From where she called home.
The request of the Universe was not for them
But for her.
Because every time she wrote her minutes
Every time she penned a verse in a moment of a poem
She remembered Love
She remembered
All is Love
and we are Love
And
Love is all that there is...
She wrote and remembered home.
el angelnegro
