Those Places

My mind goes back

Memory pays respect to those places

My awareness retracts

Familiarity carries on to those places

My soul speaks in tongues

It opens gateways of shadow and light to those places




Before them in those places

They speak so clear

I  can hear

I can feel

I can understand them and their foreign tongues

In their foreign land

The land for which I long

The land from which I belong



My words do not come forward for I can not speak

My voice is silent

Yet they hear me

They see me

They smile with me

In those places


My heart

My soul



I understand

I am content

In those places



Slowly I turn and see

The oceans

The suns

The moons

The rings of light and color

All in the sky

Or is it below

The ground of magic and shadows of light

the dust is alive with memories and dreams

The blades of grass which dance and laugh

the waters which run spring and jump with happiness and life

Or are they



Awareness distracts once more

I have seen and forgotten the foreign shore

The break within the mind

The moments lost in the ocean of time



I say farewell

Those places

Shall sleep

For now

But not for long



for what was known in a dream

again I shall see

for within the slightest memory

we are revealed to what is and what shall always be

15 responses to “Those Places

  1. “My words do not come forward for I can not speak”

    I am sat in silence…literally… and all I have to offer in terms of words is a humble thank you. Thank you for the images that formed in my mind and for the journey these magical words took me on…These are not just words…

    • thanks for sharing the most touching message, i can relate to for I felt as if it was my son speaking through your message. My son David crossed over in 2008, he was 19 years young, he went to “The Place called Heaven.” I know he looks down at “Those Places” he once shared with us. I know he is a step of us, so one day we too will share his message….thanks again. “Those Places”

      • Marlene, once again I am happy you chose to respond. somehow I feel your words are more important than mine. In relation to my losses I understand your words as truths. blessings to you and your son, and thank you for shining your light and his message

  2. …For now we see through a
    glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
    I know in part; but then shall I know even
    as also I am known.

    • Charles!!!!!! Thank you and yes you need to make lots more time! I miss your words! (as I have stated over and over the past few months!) But alas I understand school is definitely more important 😦

  3. This reminds me quite forcefully of some lines in TS Eliot’s Little Gidding:
    “You are not here to verify,
    Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
    Or carry report.You are here to kneel
    Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more
    Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
    Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying…”
    thank you.

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