Two Shooting Stars Off The Coast Of Wales
Two Shooting Stars Off The Coast Of Wales
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Once, he thought it a mistake, an accident, just a mere chance, two shooting stars off the coast of Wales.
He felt lost and looked to the heavens and made a prayer looking for a sign to keep going,
As he looked up, two shooting stars made a cross.
The man felt faith that life's mysteries were not random.
Everything was empty yet imbued with meaning, a glittering array of jewels painted across the heavens.
The man then doubted.
The sea then formed a channel cutting him off from the rocky cliffs and steps that would lead him back to the warm bed of his Welsh love.
The two shooting stars making a cross above the cold and dark Welsh sea never left the man.
If you looked just right, you could see stars in his eyes.
He looked out briefly at the island where they had met monks who made wine.
All this was forgotten as he jumped the channel, making his way up the stairs, the wind blowing, the sound of waves hitting thr rocky shore.
He finally crawled into bed, not realizing this moment would stay with him always.
A diamond reflecting multiple levels of meaning.
A rainbow smiling at the suns penetrating rays.
He then spent timeless days wandering alone in the enchanted Black Mountains of Wales.
Alone climbing, he found streams, waterfalls, small flowers, tiny golden mushrooms, magical springs.
He climbed higher, with no idea where he was, who he was, or if he truly existed in any fixed way.
In being lost, he was found.
In not understanding, all was clear.
His path was lonely, but that was the price to be paid for freedom.
He knew we are all interconnected yet can only walk our path alone.
He found himself by a winding mountain road and felt a trust in life.
A bus came down from the winding road behind him.
The driver said he was returning the bus to London, and the man could have a ride.
Hitching a ride to London, he did not question how an empty bus appeared from nowhere.
The driver let him hitch a ride to London.
The man grew old, but Wales never left the man's heart.
He knew his life was a passing dream.
Two shooting stars off the coast of Wales.
He felt a faith to keep going.
The old man tries to keep the faith now.
He found many illusory years ago in Wales.
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Written by David Penn Trinley Arndt in Tenby, Wales in August, 1989. Revised May 27, 2022.
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© David Penn Trinley Arndt 2022
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Image by Khatchig Tchaghasbanian
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