A Visit to My Soul

I went to see my soul last night. I hadn't been up there for awhile. I guess along the way I figured out how to plant some trees on my side of the water. She did too. They are all in bloom. The pink cherry blossoms adding color to the the trees and the ground around them. Like a soft pink circle of light. I brought a boat with me this time. I had tried to build a bridge to my soul before. I wasn't successful. I realize now there are many ways to get across the water. I climb in the boat and paddle to the shore where my soul is standing. My soul turns to light and swirls around me as I walk along this distant shore. I try to memorize the feeling of walking in the light of my soul. It is not as different as I had thought it would be. I look across the shore to where I started. The trees I planted are still small. I need to visit more often to cultivate them. I look at the water in hopes that instead of ripples in the water I would see words floating by. I see my reflection in the water. I look the same, but the discontent is not. I feel loved from within.
The sun starts to set behind the fog and the mist. The grey starts to fade to darkness. I climb in the boat, wondering if my soul will just stay with me or if she will stay on the distant shore. I start to paddle across the water. I close my eyes for a moment. I don't want to know if the light is still around me or not. I know I need to figure out why she stays on the other side of the water. I had hoped this was the answer. The trees planted, the boat across the water, the walk together on the other side of the shore.
I reach the shore and feel the boat bump the shore. I open my eyes and look back across the water. My soul was dancing along the shore. I still feel the comfort from within. I too dance among the small trees. I stop at each tree and tend to it. I clear the weeds from around the roots. It is dark now.  I notice I still have light to light my path. It shines from around me. I smile to myself as I walk down the path to my world.