My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?

To the One Whose Name Is Written in My Book

In my shop

Dearest Friend,

At long last, my heart’s search has come to rest,

for I have found thee—one whose mind and soul

move in the same quiet currents as mine own.

Within these walls—my humble shop of relics and remembrances—

thou wilt find vessels of history, small wonders wrought by time’s own hand.

Here, we shall sip of the deep red wine,

and speak in hushed yet eager tones of mysteries

that dwell betwixt the pages of ancient tomes.

We shall turn each leaf with care,

inhaling the scent of pilgrimages past,

learning the hidden reckonings behind the marvels,

and pondering the clock’s unerring hand—

whether by miracle unknown,

or by the gentle benediction of powers unseen.

Here flows the purest air, the clearest water,

and sustenance fit for the noble spirit.

This place is thine as well as mine,

for we are alike in our awakening,

knowing full well the shadow that lies beyond these walls.

Yet we do not tremble.

Nay—we smile, we laugh,

and let the warmth of our fellowship

carry us through the dim-lit hours.

The wine we share shall outlast the years,

and the closing of the day

is but a curtain to be drawn aside on the morrow.

Should thy path lead thee hither again,

thou wilt find me waiting,

glad of thy company,

as I have been since first we met.

For thy name is etched within the ledger of my soul,

inscribed by thine own hand,

in the years of our bright season—

from 1971 unto 1975.

I shall miss thee, my truest friend,

even as thy presence lingers in these walls,

and thy memory rests in the heart

of my shop without sorrow.

In abiding friendship,

I remain ever thine,

—Keeper of the Corner Shop

BoJenn 1743 (time traveling)

My Shop

Welcome!

I’ve waited my lifetime to find the ones

That I relate to and they the same

For within my shop of trinkets and history

We’ll sip fine wines and speak of the mysteries

Within the pages, turned ever so slowly, to intake the must

Of battles and pilgrimages

To learn the math behind the magical

To understand the hands of the clock move so precisely

A miracle of unknowns

Or the blessings of another

The right food, clean air, and righteous waters

Flowing through the pages found on the tables

Inside my shop on the corner of my delicacies

Obviously yours, as well, because we’re bathing in knowing

And awakened and aware of the darkness surrounding us

Holding hands preparing for whatever

But no fears, just smiling and laughing

The wine we sipped will last a lifetime

And the evening lights close until tomorrow

Perhaps you’ll visit soon again?

Awaiting happily

We’ve found each other

In my shop of my lifetime

And your name

Is etched on the book

Signed with your signature

1971 through 75

I’ll always miss you

My best friend of mine

Written on the pages held in my shop of no sorrow

My—Book store, the owner

1743