The Holy Spirit and the Peace Dove and, One Day I’ll Go So Very Far Away

The Mourning Dove, it was there suddenly and stayed and watched me and didn’t go away. I felt right away that it was a sign, an auspicious symbol. A lady I’d been listening to in the canon of near-death experience said that the spirit spoke to her but then when she became part of the world again it would speak in other ways but still be with her. 

I thought that was mystical and inspiring. The day unfolded that way. Good things happened. Many of them. Regardless, if karma and the forces that be allowed it, I thought I’d one day go far away, to another sun, a southern sun, and never, ever come back, for I’d have found a true place. 

It would be an area of the sea and sand, and, being an actual real-life orphan, that would be, as it was before, where my true affinity and allegiance would be found. I would go like an agile and healthy bird across worlds, or a ghost that can tackle any time and circumstance. Verdant palm frond, lapping night tides, the moon observing. The way back to the subconscious and super conscious both. Satori by the sea. Can you see the languid benches that sit forever by the pier feel the placid warm breezes that caress and assuage and even inform? 

Stay, the winds say, for you have come home to bright and delight and the ways that are right. Stay with us, be with us, see with us. For many days and nights, months, and years. Forget the past and know being and feeling again. 

And I’ll silently nod and smile and sigh and accept. Maybe it will be by where that old catamaran abandoned used to sit stationed between the ocean and the inland. Maybe. The sea is an ancient, gnostic, and feral but wise phenomena. The sea knows the answer because the sea knows and can do everything…

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