Maybe the twin flame is the body.
This carriage of flesh and bone
Transporting the empress;
This fine leather purse
Guarding the treasure.
The clay vessel
The body, a self, one memory;
The treasure, a self, many memories yet
Two souls become entwined.
The candle; the flame.
The host; the guest.
The package; the gift.
Both in agreement as one receives the other,
Dissolving into its infant being
And yet they are so different.
For one is a temporal vessel easily chipped and broken;
The other, an old soul on many missions, indestructible.
For one, where there is discovery;
For the other, there is knowing and revelation.
For one, where there is desire;
For the other, there is manifestation.
For one, where there is Time connecting all pain;
For the other, there is only Now.
For one, there is slumber as life is a dream, an illusion;
For the other, there is awakening and enlightenment as life is a school.
One is a dense, heavy, carnal, earthly, transient being;
The other, a radiant, expansive, ethereal thought being from Source.
They are Cohabiting, yet so unique.
The purpose is to bring to fruition unconditional love
In the home and the spirit
These two beings, twin flames.
With the death of one, there is ongoing life for the other and yet
Grief for the loss of this mate of a different race
Until reuniting with the Light as a spectrum of thought, and then
Another journey to the flesh and bone of a chosen one.
For the other forever moves out from as well as back into the Light,
Merging with Ancient Kin as both One and Not One,
Living others’ stories and sharing its own reviews
Over many lifetimes.
As a guest to many hosts
On its ascension to full Truth,
Known as Source.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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