Journey of Words ....

They leap out from my head onto my shoulders and crawl down upon my arms onto my fingers. Leaping bravely they land upon the paper before me, regrouping like brave soldiers or warriors into the form of words and ranking themselves in display of rows upon rows. I pull back my arms, but even in doing so the paper returns beneath my fingers and the words do what they will.

Having finished their work the doors to spaces within my mind have closed in part. Its memory room has set up an ever changing gallery to show me of the yesteryears. I want to know of the tomorrows but they will not bring to me that vision. Within the shadow vision or dream, I had been told of the immanent departure of myself to other areas but where it will not say. It is a vision left by the shadow caller now gone. Perhaps it is only a warning of the shortness between yesterday and eternity, and how I must use each moment in wisdom helping others where I can.

The shadow has faded away. The doors of the mind close in part and the knock will not come until another time for another reason. Perhaps it will be a knock of laughter and happier thoughts. That would help to refill the medicine room of my soul. Having put these words to paper, the letters climb again up the arms and into the mind to rest and recoup for another time.