Travelling back to myself

Travelling back to myself

A Poem by Shandra Sun

There is no past or future. Everything is here now. And sometimes you meet a piece of this forever puzzle.


Travelling back to myself

Today I met again the child that I ever was. And I still am.
A sweet sadness invaded my throat with the tears that I did not have the courage to cry in the yesterday, and can now flow freely, because fear has no longer hold on me.
She's a ... transparent and pure child. With eyes full of words, and silences full of stories, that no voice could express. The fleeting encounter with this forever innocent little girl, made me make peace with all the images in my head: the yesterdays, the tomorrows, and especially this eternal Now, which embraces me from all sides, which makes me feel welcome in this context of changes that we call Life.
With a sweet smile, I sent my gratitude to Above. There, where the beginning and the end meet each other. There, where I came from. My house. Eternity...

Graca Bastos.
24 August 2013

© 2019 Shandra Sun

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where is that beautiful Shandra Sun Smiles now? I wonder... as I read this:) I hope she is holding that little girl tightly in her arms and smiling there sunshine back out into the world such lovely lines here

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Shandra Sun
Shandra Sun

Maastricht, Zuid Limburg, Netherlands

I am an expression of Life. more..