This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. The Sands of Time The sand flows steadily on: seconds, minutes, hours… building into days, weeks, years… Memories of childhood joy lies smothered beneath arid desert. Still, enough time remains to build sandcastles before the glass turns once more.
Consciousness Viewing life through the glassy sheen of material reality, its gaze remains consumed by a sweeping vista beyond mortal eyes. It is your double, existing upon a wider plain, reflecting infinitely onward. It is the owner of the voice that whispers behind your thoughts. It is pure energy, encompassing self It is you, to … More Double