You slipped into this dimensionless realm of dreams
unnoticed, like a forgotten spirit, and because that event
was never quite expected, neither would be the outcome.
Unconcerned by any fantasy stories which might ensue,
based upon the person some would later claim you were,
you provided little for the confident mimics to imitate
or the seething self-styled victims to point at and to blame.
You passed through the profound gate, parted the curtain,
and when you turned around in the great hall of mirrors
there was nobody to see or name, no trace of anyone
who had just arrived or later might depart. Nobody.
Curiously, this made you smile and quietly exhale, while
you began the great and mysterious process of populating
this shimmering dream world with those whom you recalled
from the other lives, the ancient times which you had once
so kindly inhabited that you were given this new chance.
You came here with no wrong to avenge, no lesson to learn
or impart, and yet things became more subtly harmonious
in a way no one could quite describe, except to note that
people would now fall in love more easily, and would be
less inclined towards the casual and thoughtless cruelty
they had previously inflicted on other living beings.
Were you a healer, helper, tall tale teller, or tourist on holiday?
Regardless of the pious lies that would later be spread, you were
simply a figment of that infinite mind, the beautiful bright energy
of which we all are glimmering shards, momentarily on our own,
here to shine in the dazzling dark, then return to our home someday.