The Emperor

The shackles of time adorn his feet and yet he is young.  He waits patiently for he knows that the gods will not hurry, he is but one in a universe of waiting.  His seat is old and yet warm with the memories of those that have gone before, it will remain in these realms and serve as the throne of another.  Although young in this life he has travelled here before, learning each time but will come again.  The impatient youth of another lifetime went on before him, this time he is patient, knowing, at peace with himself.  He has had company on his travels and left his mark in the places he has visited.  His ghost remains on the earth and the people whose path he has crossed have an indent of his being on their soul.   He is a thoughtful man, when he speaks it is with clarity, boldly speaking his truth.  The eagle, adorned with golden feathers is ready to fly having lived many lifetimes with the man, the bird will wait for his return but for now it prepares its feathers for the next flight.  There are no possessions on this plateau except the memories and lessons of this life reflected in an orb of light in his right hand.  The young man looks into this as he waits, reflecting, thinking and listening to the universe.

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

Something I wrote some years back, I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time of writing but found it interesting when I read it back again today.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s