Home, Again Home

Moonlight cast silver shards through the forest glade, gently lighting the path to other
Streaks of opal flash before my eyes purple columns beckon.  Landscape surreal, presence envelopes, drawing me to the river.

Wash your eyes, see what your heart knows, the wind whispers.

Hands reaching out call me to my blood looking into the waters the reflection stares back at me, a stranger, longing, yearning.  Hearts bleeding, I dive into the waters, release.  Eyes open, I peer into the face and see myself.

I have gifts for you dear one, come to me, see.

Heads melting, energies merge, I gasp as the waters cast me onto the bank, a silver arc, shining hands.  I lie gazing up into the crystal tree tops adoring my family, wisps of light flitting about, flashing before me.  I am unable to move, moss verdant and fragrant cradling my body, nestling me on the edge of sleep.  Love’s blanket covers me as I drift held in the arms of beloved.

You are love, loved and beloved,  you are my shining star of light.

Shining faces smile at me, veils translucent, delight fluttering like butterflies within me lift me into the treetops.

Before me stands a giant gate of green and brown intricately woven branches and leaves, lit from essence the door stood open for me to enter.  Light swirled around me guiding me to the altar.  Gliding forward as if carried on gossamer I advance.

We have been waiting for you dear one, so long we have waited.  This is yours.

The shimmering being held out the crown of silver and opal then placed in upon my head.

Our Queen in body, Divine form is lost to us no more.  We return you now to your land as here you have been bound.

Eyes opened to the forest glade,  night surrounds, purple shadows my heart glistens from within pale showers

Home again home.

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About Maria Falce

Maria is a spiritual writer and a self-love warrior with a deep and diverse background in both the culinary and healing arts. She is most passionate about guiding people to connect with their inner voice, a midwife to the joyful birth of inherent authentic creativity that lives within us all.
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