The Call

The call has come in distant whispers.
It sounded slightly like a mist—
a mist so distant and so foreign
that you decided to call it bliss.

You spent your time avoiding seeing,
or saying yes to who you are.
You chose to be punished for what you saw,
for how it burned, for how it’s raw.

Your little heart, with all its beating,
was beating faster with each sight.
But it is called a pain in the beginning—
you must have faith, prepare for flight.

The tiny heart can’t take such beating,
such rapid rhythm to its form.
It closes, and it says, “Stop beating—
I just can’t see this anymore.”

And in the closing, there is sadness,
a goodbye from a dear friend—
the one that was to come with you,
the one that doesn’t have your hands.

Alone, we watch the world unfolding,
a story written on a screen.
A story lived by other bodies;
a story lived through someone’s dream.

But what if, for a single moment,
you close your eyes, release your fear?
You look at YOU from the beginning;
you look at YOU with more esteem.

You have forgotten all your playing
when trying to slow down your beat.
You have forgotten all your training—
the preparation for what IS.

But child, you know that in your playing,
those visions symbolized your path.
The innocent games were training—
for what you are, and what shall come.

It’s simply time now to remember,
to reconnect with your old friend—
the one who loves you from beginning,
the one who’s here to lend a hand.

This story—it was written for you!
The books, the dreams—they are for you!
They’ve been with you from the beginning—
to show you how to become YOU.