Here she is, alone again ,
among people who don’t “see” yet,
accepting them as they are, because of that “yet”.
They behave as if their personality was all they are.
She stands there,
feeling light as a feather, with her inner axis stable,
connected to the Earth, who gave birth to her
and to the Sky, who expects her.
They usually look at her
as someone divided from themselves,
uninterpreted and unencrypted before their eyes
like a human Phaistos Disc.
She captures the defiance,
she conceives the admiration,
but the unruffled condition of her Existence
does not depend on either of these.
She brings up the kind of apathy that non-illusion emerges,
and she will welcome every wayfarer
who will accomplish his Purpose when ready,
contributing to the Mission.
A sense of bliss embraced her,
as she realized
how humans of wider consciousness than hers,
feel about her own struggle.
And just like that,
she looked around again,
having regained her connection to those “others”,
and she wasn’t feeling alone anymore.
Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives