i love this word.
this idea of going beyond...
...beyond what is normal, what is accepted, and what everyone says should be.
perhaps it is the seeker in me, the little girl with TOMs and searching eyes barely hidden beyond choppy bangs that may have never grown up.
she's still here. just six years older and a little wiser, or maybe not.
i'm still aching for the beyond. still digging through fur coats to find the snow at the back of the wardrobe. i'm not about to stop that search, and it's about more than a magical land.
it's about the beyond. the more. the bit of unseen that i know is there, fingers out and reaching at the beams of hidden light.
i want to go beyond this world. beyond this place of feeble and insignificant. because anything can be made beyond. because we were made for greater things.
i am not of here. i am of the beyond.
i am a citizen of the land of Love and Salvation and Light.
i am a daughter of the soon.
tired of this glass dimly, aching for the fresh eyes of Heaven-sight.
i want to catch that White Stag, find that hidden door, step past the train platform of Shadowlands and come into the brightness of this ended dream.
of this morning beyond.
i'm ecstatic with the knowing that beyond is here. and i can touch it.
i am living in the now, living in the soon, living endlessly in the beyond.
i don't have to come back to reality
He promised, and i believe.
beyond is soon.
beyond is here.