Happiness and The Pterodactyl
Story Number 19: Poem Number 4
(Written 3/3/23)
Happiness surrounds me
A profound knowledge
Raining down upon me
A Gift from The Universe
Swirling around me in ecstatic jubilation
Filling every crevice of my parched
and broken Soul.
I am fulfilling my destiny,
bringing acceptance, understanding, light, faith, joy, harmony, truth and clarity, comfort
and love to others.
I am fulfilling my destiny,
a 46 year dream of being a writer.
But most importantly
Love has found me
A Love that is completeness
Wholeness
Acceptance
Understanding
Unconditional
A return of the part of me that has been missing in this lifetime
Total fusion of my heart, my mind, my soul, my body and my spirit
with another.
My Rapture has come, in full force.
And the Pterodactyl circles.
I see Its shadow, hovering
as it flies around and around, above me.
It smells my contentment and joy, emanating from the depth of my soul
and this delights It
For my Fullness of Spirit makes for a very delectable meal
on which it cannot wait to feast.
You, It says, know you cannot be allowed too much goodness in life,
for I have demonstrated this for you.
And let me remind you
as I have not allowed you total commitment up until now in this lifetime,
Do you think I will let you have this now, my dear?
Let’s revisit how I tortured you as you ministered to the vulnerable people:
You GAVE your soul AND I feasted upon your soul.
Yet Your soulfulness now, it vexes me, my dear,
I tried so hard to take it all,
How, do you have any left?
Let’s revisit how I rained fire upon you
Holocausting all that you owned; I will not let you forget this, my dear.
Smell the smoke
See your everything going up in flames
Look at all you cherished, turning into ashes
Ashes that rise to the heavens,
Ashes that I fly through in ecstatic delight.
See, We understand each other here, what you feel now, my dear,
the fullness of being loved and in love,
That is what I felt when I burnt up your town, your home, and a lifetime of your belongings
Now ALL Mine.
Hear the crackle
as your life was engulfed in flames.
And now, my dear, let us talk about your new found love.
Do you think this love is safe?
Do you?
Hovering
Circling
Screeching
Diving toward me
The Pterodactyl is upon me
I can smell it, like death and rot and decay a thousand times over; dis-ease
It lands on my shoulders
It pecks at my head with such force that my skull rocks back as to bring me to my knees
and It pushes me backwards, bending me down,
I am bent at the knees, back to the ground
forced into total submission as It digs Its talons into my neck, arching over me
staring, eye to eye, It looks into my soul
It peels back my scalp
Plunging Its razor-sharp beak through my cranium, into my brain
Seeking my soul
Seeking that bubble of a thought that makes me know I am loved completely.
That is what It wants, as its ultimate feast
Its best prize ever, more than trying to defeat my calling in my work
More than blissfully taking everything that I owned by burning it down
It wants my new love
My open mind, my open spirit, my open soul, my open heart
Beak pointed, prickly tongue plumbing the depths of my brain
Talons tear at my flesh, piercing my skin, blood runs, muscles shred.
A sole tear runs down my cheek.
I have you, my dear, and this love you think you get to keep
I want to have this too.
