The New Life: First Stage For Marie

A plethora of small things piles up in the back regions of the mind. There is room for many more, so they keep tumbling in. Oh, they are so quiet, being three parts humble, only one part proud. They are nourished by the Mind's own light, so they require neither food nor beverage. They like to visit the heart whose beating is the music they adore, or they cluster in the back of the brain, and watch closely as synapses make intelligence happen. Some have been been known to withdraw, and count for hours, as others smile over them. Wise people I have consulted tell me they are counting the world's blessings, and their delight is in knowing they will never come to an end of the list... Meanwhile, I draw closer to the small things. Being as nimble as air, devoted always to the LIGHT itself, they cling to me, going where I am going. wherever that might be.... (to be continued)