The Neverending Story

I finally read the book

Which I see now is in perfect timing

Bastian's journey back to self

Is the journey found in my writings' rhyming

For my own story is recorded

In this journal of my own making

My own ego drumming loudly

As magnanimous action I am faking

Have I learned to love the sinner?

Can I love Karen in her earthly role?

Not manhandling my emotions

Not pretending gratitude, not shaming soul?

Maybe now I don't wonder why I wander here.

Maybe Bastian's journey back to love has finally made it clear.

Where Am I in my Story?

Am I making foolish wishes? Playing God and pretending magnanimity when I really hope to be revered and admired? Is that what I Am doing when I share my dreams with the people, or Am I truly wishing to help others out of pain? It's so easy to see Bastian as a reader of his story; is he reading mine? Cringing at my blindness and buffoonery?

Sigh.

Let's get clear, little girl.

I am content. That feels like a truth. More soul growth is my wish, or at least it feels like that is so. More communion with the world around me. Less judging and more allowing. Moon Child. Moon Child trusts the process. Like God, she freely gives her creative power to Bastian, as God does to His people.

I take a step and see if I Am humble

I take a step and see if I Am Kind

I do not know the truth of me.

Could there be power in the one who is perpetually blind?

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

In the day and in the night, when in pain and when in fright, when I'm blind and cannot see, when I am the worst part of me, I Stand with the Light. In every instance of this mortal coil I trust that the field in which I toil yields the fruit of God's own making, even when I Am foolishly faking. The essence in me cannot lie, my connection to God is my unfailing tie to my divinity to my own truth, I must remember I am still in my youth with more to know and more to learn, I take a step and hope to discern the One Who Made Me. And with each step and every breath I commit to the right and to the left that I Stand with the Light.

Yes. I Stand with the Light. I trust the earthly rite.

It is done. So mote it be, and so it is.