Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A long forgotten kiss, a heart healing, a mind learning to be still. It’s the missing of a home, it’s not lonely it’s alone.

So I learn to walk and look at what’s good, I liberated my feet to walk free in my mind. To sit with myself I smile on the past, gaze into the future, I sense a bliss of compassion.

A sense of belonging fils my heart, the belonging that I’m a part of the world and that I carry that world in me. As I see the world, the world sees me and hears my song.

So I forget, learn again and return to New.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 02/03/2020