#25 ‘Isidora’

25.

'Isidora'

Last night, I saw her in a dream.

She smiled at me and invited me for an embrace.

No one else saw her standing next to me but they believed me as we stood in the circle having a pleasant chat.

Casually, they said I should enjoy her presence. It happens to them too sometimes they said. She comes and touches them with a moment of unthinkable love.

She is calm and she is seeing straight into me with the look in her eyes she always had. Joy and deep sadness in one expression, sparkling as if in feverish pain, kind and framed by long eyelashes.

She is smiling at me as the door of the time that lasts eternally opens for me and shows me that it is only our body that counts passing.

Nothing else ever does.

Nothing else ever.

And that is a source of love and freedom which is just another word for nothing to lose.