A love made before time
stay awhile and listen traveler, feel my voice in the morning breeze my tale will invade your mental space, and cause all the waves to cease. she was the meaning of my life, but her existance was only in my dreams her face radiated with innocence, in the darkness a candle's gleam. During my orphan years, she inspired me to believe the unreal she taught that dreams also has a place in the reality of life's ordeal. So I believed every word she said, like a child would to his mother but the tangible hold with the real world would sometimes made me bother. Yet each night came with its own splendor,as she charmed me with stories of her land how they were filled with hope and love, hearing them my wisdom would widely expand She taught me the language of the Sun and moon, which instilled a new meaning of love I then realized they express their pain, letting their tears fall from the clouds above. But she reminded me of their divine joy when they make flowers bloom and the sea to shine and at dawn they paint their love in the mountain peaks creating a rainbow of a grand design. All this beauty had a reason, she would tell, directing everything to a bigger cause Creation is the Absolute one, without whose command and blessing all would pause. I slowly grew from a child to a teen, with that my innocent heart was boiling with desire for she remained as an ageless angel, my passion for her was burning like a wild fire. I still remember that dreadful night when I expressed my dying love for her the dream ended with uttering the words "I love you" leaving me alone to suffer. From that night I cried silenly in my bed hoping she would again return delusioned by the power of physical love,I was slowly letting my inside burn. I failed to understand her,she had intentions of changing our world I now realized I was the one, through me the change slowly unfurled. But days turned to weeks,weeks to years,nights of today have lost their color still remembering her lessons of hope,I was sustaining my once strong valor One day I decided to meditate, she told me it was the secret of knowing her true self casting aside the image of a sinner,I was in the process of redeeming myself. After 50 years of contemplation, one chilly night she revealed her true form The old banyan tree, our meeting place, in my dreams she did inform by then all my lust and desires depleted, I patiently waited under the tree when the mountain came alive with a feminine voice and roared "Its time to set you free." In quick succession piercing the darkness the sky was lit by a brilliant array of light when she appeared before me in a calm demeneour and told it is my initiation tonight All these years of meditation have washed away the dirt residing in my mind The final test of purity is over and from now on she will always be there from behind. "know the love that developed in you was only an eternal slave to time true love is devoid of flesh and sense its sacred feeling pure and sublime and now its time to reveal the ultimate secret so be calm and sit with ease close your eyes and concentrate on your temple while I grant you eternal release." an uncanny feeling of emptiness within began to engulf me as the Universe vanished a brief pause followed by an acute silence made me aware that I was perished But oh the joy of afterlife I felt as I gained freedom from returning to this mortal earth Remembering all my previous lives I realized I loved her even before time had its birth. carrying the progeny of my sweet sacrifice she whispered to me "my job is done." your final son will soon be born,from him the process of involution has begun. Do you realize your identity Son?Does my story make you remember? That she is your blessed mother,an ageless angel,who came from another star. So sit here and meditate son,she will soon arrive in her ship,dying to embrace your deeds in this planet has finished its time to leave with glory and grace. your real homeland awaits your return,the memories made here will forever be sublime only remember your father was a sage,who sustained a love made before time.
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