“It is as if time has let go of its straight lines
and now moves like water around my soul.
Sometimes I touch a memory
and it is not in the past
but breathing, warm, present.
As if I am there again,
in another room of existence.
And my daydreams…
they no longer feel like wishes.
Rather like whispers of a life
that already knows me.
Sometimes I see myself laughing
in a place I have never been,
and yet my heart recognizes it instantly.
As if my future leaves behind memories
in the present.
Time plays hide and seek with me.
It hides in music,
in twilight light,
in the scent of rain on earth,
in the gaze of someone
who feels like ‘before’.
And every time I think
something is over,
it opens again
like a door that was never truly closed.
Perhaps past and future
are not opposites,
but two hands
touching each other behind the veil.
Perhaps my soul
is not lost in time,
but finally remembering
that it has always been larger than the clock.
And somewhere, between dream and awakening,
I feel the softest knowing:
I am not on my way home —
I am moving through memories
of a home
that has been calling me all along.”
Syel’Ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜