Looking into a strangers eyes, time suddenly holts, and whoosh a Direct sight into an alternate reality where they were/are... Lovers? Friends? Foe? Looking deeper, a moment longer I see the eyes of our children lying in the speckles of his eyes.
Whoosh, we blink.
An arm sweetly wraps around his waste, and there is his girlfriend.
In another life
In a parallel life
Who were we to each other? If we had chosen a few different turns in our life, would that be me with my arm on his side?
The day dances on, the diamonds twinkle on the idyllic cove’s water amongst masts and ropes of white and gold boats.
I dream about the different versions of me. The ones at times I feel so palpably, as though I feel me sitting on one of those exquisite boats, dawning a white robe and captains hat, about to set sail on a voyage with my Love and Crew to save the world.
I see glimmers of another version of me- the one who got the metals and started the Companies and made everyone proud. Stable. Accepted. Safe.
I see the Rockstar in front of millions, thrashing around on stage with a Mohawk of Ferocity and dance moves that send sonic booms through the coliseum. Wild. Untamed. Uninhibited.
I see the Voyager, unparalleled in courage and daredevil feats - jumping from one mountain to another like it was just a morning walk... free-diving to ancient underwater ruins, doing 1 armed handstands on the tops of the Himalayas, flying off cliffs and soaring amongst the eagles.
I see the Writer, ink to parchment everywhere she traveled, creating prolific Sagas, inspiring others to live a life of Fantasy.
I see the Composer, conducting Symphonies such that this world had never seen, channeling melodies from the Divine Realms, wearing coattails of micro sequins mirroring the evening stars.
I see the woman in a cream cotton dress she made from the land, planting seeds and eating in symbiosis with the seasons, as the brook babbles lullabies alongside the hand made cozy cabin, living an exquisite intentional Simple Life.
I see the Contributor, who helped write new stories for how this world could go- oceans cleaner, skies lighter, Earth healthier, living beings existing in harmony. Ya- I helped build that.
I see the person on the street who didn't get help and went down a dark alleyway.
I see a Monks life- meditation and dedicating my Soul to the Soul of the World.
I See
I feel them All
Parts of them are inside of me- like a mosaic, walking with all the timelines inside.
It leaves me wondering, which version of myself am I now? Smiling, my focus now back on the sharp diamond sparkles, I think:
"Why not be them all?"