Magic 8-Ball Tell Me True

If I were a medium, a seer with a proper crystal ball, not a Magic 8-Ball bought at Target for a Halloween costume, would I be able to dialog with you, hear your voice, your laugh, know the endings to the Swedish mysteries we watched, hold your hand and kiss your cheek? Would I be able to locate a thin place or a dream where I could pierce the veil and visit you? Cannot predict now.

If I were a high priestess, a shaman woman, a prophet, a lover or a poet, would I understand why we set the heart of a god on fire? Would I not fear that I, too, might burn to the ground from the hearth of my soul? Would I understand I was already smoldering, combustible, capable of being ignited or igniting? Would I have the resiliency of the redwood gods? Concentrate and ask again.

If I were a character in a video game, movie or book who confronts a multitude of challenges, hazards and foes with my superpowers, would I win the day? And if I didn’t, if instead, I left that world undefended, and I was eliminated from the game, would I be forgiven? Could I reset and have another go? Better not tell you now.

And if on the journey there are many new beginnings, would I meet you again along the way? Would you recognize me? Would we exchange warm greetings, and would we know that every encounter, every bond, however brief, is sacred? It is certain.

And given all, would I, could I, with a lover’s heart expand mine tenfold, a hundredfold to shower love like healing rain? Could I joyfully bathe myself in it like a sparrow in a bird bath? Could hope soar not metaphorically on angel’s or eagle’s wings but incarnate in the souls here on Earth? Could I breathe again? Signs point to yes. It is decidedly so. Without a doubt.