The flowers were in bloom
The sun painted the sky pink
Contrasted by blue clouds
She picked the flowers
One by one
Her eyes taking in their sleepy glow

Before her appears a golden orb
Approached her heart
And took it for it's own forever
There was no resistance
Because that was it's home all along
He was always there

The leaves were turning brown
The sunlight turned organe in her mind
The depression was deep
A whisper said
"Tell him you love him"
A knot in her gut got tighter
"No" pure and simple

For three days she heard the whispering
Her answer didn't change
She argued, reasoned and pleaded
Even if she wanted to, she couldn't
Cried her tears in the night
The pressure was on
But she didn't give in

5.30 am, strange darkness
A Light darkness
Next to her bed stood a woman
A huge presece
Bigger than any woman she'd known
She spoke softly, like a spring, a harp
Warm, mother-like love
"Haniel?"

"Hello my dearest
I came to see you,
May we speak?
Come to the living room"
She smiled and the girl followed
Sat on the sofa
Felt a gentle caress on her head

"Do you remember your promise?"
"Which one"
"I saw you before you left"
"You did?"
"Yes. You said you'd do anything"
"I did?"

A light tunnel opened up
On to her crown
A light stream descended in her mind
And she remembered
She did make that promise
Once upon a time
As she was leaving the Angelic Realm

"Tell him you love him"
She smiled
She put her back to bed
Tested her briefly
And left her with a strange child-like feeling

Creating a problem
For every solution

A young man
Impatient and ruthless
A real to the point kind of guy
Just like his father.
As he was building a house
On the edge of the forrest
He did as father taught him
The wood was soft and flexible
So rather than taking his time
Hammer each nail in to the wood
He beat each of them
In to the wood
One nail, one hit
Efficient
The blow created tension within the wood
That nail will never come out again
Had he taken his time
He could've removed
The rusty nails with less effort
To change what needed changing
20 years from now

It's just like that
When we speak to people.
Be forcefull
And create an unyielding mindset
Be gentle
And create a flexible surface
For evolution.

The mountain sat impassively, daring
Asking no questions
Just waiting for the moment
The slip of unconquered glory
Death, or worse, permanent injury
You took my legs old friend
I hold no malice
Probably love you more
I’ll be getting my new ones soon
Walking in no time they say
But walking is no good to people like us
It’s the intimacy
We are one
I promise to be gentle
If I make it, I won’t gloat
If not, we stay friends forever.