A play within a play, a book of past or future

[Julie]

 
I arrived at a destination unfathomable.  There was mist on the hills, low cloud on a damp day and a feeling of every cell in my body being alive.  Thinking mind clicked in, then I took over, the feeling of exhilaration was almost too much to comprehend.
 
The hillside reminded me of  hills that were familiar, but unknown, odd... As the mist hung in drapes across the coloured background I knew that this was a special place to be.  Energy pooled at the base of the hill, the top of the hill was invisible but I had an awareness of height and solidity, a denseness, but I guess that meant nothing.
 
The placement of this experience was totally out of place, just a fleeting energy inside, and a feeling that I was with someone.   I was thinking of my son, it could have been him, on the other hand it may have been someone that was created from my imagination....who knows...
 
Glens...mist dappled, rich in texture.  Perhaps Scotland, ahhhh...there was a valley, stretching to the north, a shelter, a road and more hills which could have reached on for miles.  Maybe pieces of dreams were in effect being placed together so that they would fit into the whole scene...a play within a play, a map of sorts
 
Who knows what will happen, the book is only just beginning to be written....
 
Tai ~ Julie
July 2013

image added May 2024

[ënagualí~ᏉLAᗪἇ ኔጡ።]

I like these types of poems best Julie, I like the tale effect it takes you into the 3rd eye to visualize and see it all for yourself,memories and familiar feelings are triggers to past life recalls..and the expression of it all is in your wording..10/10..

[Julie]

Thanks again for the feature Vlada, what I think happens is that the vision seems to produce further poems which complete the jigsaw, like a tale that keeps on writing itself

[ënagualí~ᏉLAᗪἇ ኔጡ።]

Your welcome it deserved to be highlighted and read..its beautiful & well written..