I walked along in a dream and touched the flowers I had never seen. Their aroma washed over me and I was swept along to a place that seemed familiar. My journeys have never brought me to this part of the world and yet I feel at home. I allow the warmth to embrace me and songs of the birds fill my heart. Each sweet bell rings and releases thousand of memories. I pull each note down and upon it rides an image. Different reflections looking back at me. Could they each truly be me?

hourglass of time
dancing across many lives
inside all reside

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Written for Carpe Diem #376

Had to write this quickly…yesterday was long day at work and rushing back in a few moments. 🙂

“I am confident that there truly is such a thing as living again, that the living spring from the dead, and that the souls of the dead are in existence.” – Socrates