Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The river, clear as cristal, mirrors the creation of life. The water, deep as the ocean, you feel the fear is only an illusion, that keeps us from crossing the bridge.

As sunbeams warming the cold air, the sky is blue and clear, we set foot in the river, only to acknowledge it’s barely deep enough to wet the sole of our feet. If fear is an illustration, courage is truth.

As a twinkle set in our eyes, something within us speaks, so we step, wet our feet, walk across the banks to the other side and find a sense of freedom. Freedom of the illusion, from something, that was never real in the first place.

We don’t have to cross the bridge today, to feel the soft petals of the blossom, the fresh green grass of the meadow, as a soft wind swirls the petals around, we dance, as it takes us to another sfeer, full with singing birds as we take in the aroma of late spring.

It’s called the moment, the present.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 14/06/2021