THE LAND OF MYSTERIES by Sophie Gregoire

Life, to me, is a wave…

I need to move forward and embrace the full rollercoaster to grow: to become who I am meant to be, to be the gift I initially received.

There is no standstill. Life progressively unfolds. Perspicacity grows. While I move along the way of days, the truth unravels.

There is no settling in what’s not really me.

Sometimes, unfortunately or amazingly, Life takes me to the new. The heart knows, the intuition whispers, it calls. It has blown the truth for years of dawn. But the mind resists.

And the day comes when the heart wins. But there is no need of sword, no need of fight. My within wins, naturally, as seasons dance in circle, because it trusts. And faith wins.

Faith and hopes may lead me to unknown places, lands or people. So I let go, gently, to what isn’t me anymore.

Slowly I rest in the void: the vacuum in which the past has gone and where the future is still waiting behind a line. There, contemplating both what’s behind and a glorified past, I gather my strengths.

And one day, I take the leap: The leap behind the line. And I move on.

The Land of Mysteries

by Sophie Gregoire

There is no more, here,

To see
There is no more, here,

To breathe,
Darling.

The City of light is city of ghosts is city of sanctuaries.

One day, possibly,
When on top of the mountain of dreams
We'll be back,
Dear Country.

Country of our first walks,
Infant steps
Gently hopping,
Dear Provence.
Our untamable ocean waves

The wavy hair of the free ones,

Our first bike-rides.

Oh how much we've smiled there,
How much we've laughed
How much we've loved
Oh how Sunny France once was,

The unforgettable countryside tracks.

Oh how much we believed in living at a standstill,
When we had no wings.
How life could have been simple,
If we had no calling.

How far away
In space and time,
They now all seem.
But forever dancing in my mind,
Beauties stopped in time
My frozen statues of smiles.

The cheerful arabesques,

Of the sparkling earrings.

Of course,
Love
Still.
But need to go,
Soon,
You know.

The ways less traveled,

The unnamed paths
The leap of the traveler,
You knew.

Yes, it's a Goodbye,
To the Land of Mysteries.

But maybe some time,

In this life
Or in another shot of time,
I'll be back.

When Words spoken
Light handled
Love given
To other needing hearts,

When I have come full circle.

One day
Dear Country,
When I know why on Earth
I've come on Earth that time
With such a mind full of dreams,

I'll fall,
Once again,
For the hundredth thousandth time
Under my olive trees' stars,
Smell the set-in-stone perfume
Our first strolls.

My parents' gazes

The radiant ski slopes,

The unforgettable smiles.

And I'll rest,
Quietly
Mattress of lavenders.

Surrounded by a bunch of kids with blue eyes.

And that day,
In their bewitched looks,
I'll read
I'll find

I’ll catch

Tiny sparkles of light,

The letters,
Of
Our

Whys.

Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here.

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