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The Mortal and the Goddess
Photo by Didin Emelu (Unsplash) The Secret Garden (the mortal chapter 1) I have felt this feeling before, this feeling of being free.. again I have been dreaming. In as many nights in a row as possible, I have dreamed the same thing. I am walking through a green field alongside a crystal clear river, one where the stones and peebles in it can be seen as looking through a mirror. Giant trees decor the landscape underneath a sky full of orange.. fall they call it. And then, I see her. Sitting on top a rock near a waterfall, her long black hair gently falling along her shoulders down to her waist. Her golden brown skin glistening in the sun majestic light. She slighty turns to me, but I hide; my shyness always triumphs. Her hands playing in the water, no doubt admiring the glowing peebles in the water. There's something about her, I grow courage to ask her name.. and as I walk towards her, my hands are barely steady. She turns around and smiles to me, my eyes catches hers and suddenly time stops. The thunderous waterfall falls silents, standing still as snow in the ground. As I get near, my heart feels light, as if made of feather.. I ask her name.. she smiles and says: "My name is Na.." Gone Nothing. Silence.β¨As I open my eyes I realize that I am still in my bed, the first light of day creeping through the curtains. Just like every dream before, I never get her name. I find myself navigating through a concrete jungle where everybody looks the same. The mighty green trees I have seen are now tall boring grey towers, no magic at all. All this people, walking meaningless, bound to this material confine. Expressions, manners, one and the same.. There! You heard it? A whisper.. "Na.." I may be going crazy right now. Am I losing a grip on reality? Or is she out there?. As I get to my destination, someone catches my gaze.. "those eyes, I know them" I say to my self. I walk up to that someone and there she stand, smiling and out of my lips a "what's your name?" slips out. No name, just a laugh and a "you're funny". And so she leaves.. story of my life.β¨Thousand upon thousands of stars illuminate our nights, their light shining upon us. Beautiful, unreachable but perfect. Only but a godess is parallel to their beauty. So, is this what my mystery woman is? A goddess? As my soul wanders through the infinite wonders in the universe, never before has it feel like this. As free and courageous, inspired like never before.. still the question remained. How does one conquer a goddess? As my head rest above my pillow once again, all I can think and wish about is returning to that enchanted forest. With luck, this time, I can learn her name. I know that in my world, she does exist. But will she knows I exist?
By π΅πππππ π―πππππ π 4 years ago in Fiction
The Teacherβs Path
Awakening from a long slumberwith my finger tips trembling, I emerged from the serene and silent darkness, extending my arms like white flowers that only blossom at night. Iβm looking for my beloved moon that always illuminates my path, guiding me where I need to start walking, I am listening to the silenced melody that reminds me that Iβm by myself in this long journey.
By π΅πππππ π―πππππ π 4 years ago in Poets
