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One-Thing
The sound was drumming raindrops on the thin roof of my consciousness.
Someone or something wrote notes on my whiteboard with a permanent marker.
And that same voice kept leaving messages on my phone that I couldn’t delete.
The distant whisper became so loud that I stopped hearing
my own thoughts .
Mute, I felt I was talking to that someone or something
talking to me, deaf.
I saw that someone
or something
becoming
One-thing
in front of my feelings.
I looked at the voice
taking the shape
of the light
and silently invading.
I stared at letters
lining up
in a new alphabet and words …. words ….
taking the place
of their real meanings.
I was ready to talk, to sing, to
to dance…
I was ready for One-Thing.
For quite some time I was wanting this One-Thing,
… welcome and goodbye.
Words … words are like dice,
they change their value depending
on how you play them – the voice said.
Yes! Yes let’s play, I relished.
No, … no let’s just dance instead,
was the last I heard from the voice.
One-thing took me by the hand
took me to God’s house
not to confess … to dance.
Home found us, wherever
we went but we didn’t say welcome,
we just danced.
Than went to the train station,
not to say goodbye, but to dance
a parting dance.
Welcome and goodbye,
the voice taught me
One-Thing of many words, without one.
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