The organ infused the church with spirits. Ancient forgotten relics. Visions of the past. The chords reminiscent of earned victories and merry times, but in her it emerged the deep melancholy of longing. A wanting to fade. Burn. For the past contained a peace left in the wake of time’s piercing arrow, bleeding through; never heals. The scar that remain stain the colors of life, whatever that may be; and blemish forever the possible tranquility of being loved. A truth so true, there is no opposite. But today was first in its coming to Being. Like the origin of all things, nothing like it came before. Her epiphany an insight from deep within that it felt like it came from a very far place; a cosmic heartbeat. A heavenly touch, a blinding light; some say a golden vow, a pledge, for an eternal life that came surfacing. Somehow the dark currents bring gold from foreign unknowns and change its bearer forever with a dragon’s firebreath. Her skin torched by the wisdom that her facing of doom blossomed the ability to grow distant souls. Her divine mission, as clarity struck and the third note majored. For it spoke that prospering is but a mere distraction from the Truth; the development of the human soul.
The Realm of Indifference 