Dedicated to Lisa 12/15/12 R.I.P.

Traveler
by Robert Wise
12/8/12


my realm is dark... watery, yet it is a safe place
I float... encased, my movements are restricted...
am I a traveler though time, space... feeling as if I journey
yet I see nothing but darkness in this watery realm...
a cord feeds, nourishes me, provides everything needed for life
yet is this life...
when I explore this darkness I feel the walls around me
my world is small... where am I
I hear the beat,
a soft thump, thump, thump
near yet distant, slow but at times rapid, is it the heartbeat of God
I know I am not alone on this journey, God or is she a Goddess
she speaks, reassuring, comforting, loving... I feel her touch
at times a deeper voice speaks
who is this... I sense him in the darkness
just outside the walls of my ship
he doesn't speak often yet I feel his presence...
something is wrong... the water is gone
the walls of my ship begin to collapse
I turn upside down... unable to move...
my child, it is time for your birth...
birth what is birth... I tremble... fear
her voice speaks...
soon you will be with us in a new world
in brightness... in the light of a new life
you will breathe air... you will see... learn
a new world awaits your presence...
death...
why do they want me to die
what have I done wrong...
I want to stay here... I like it here
please...
the walls of my ship constrict around me
they push me into a tunnel
I fear dying... don't let me die...
I cry...
brightness surrounds me... is this heaven
I am wrapped in softness... my eyes blink
a face, another face just beyond... mother... father
she holds me... lifts me to her bosom
I sense... understand... as I take her nipple... suckle...
death... no, life
silent night, holy night,
all is calm, all is bright...