Zen witch?

 

The golden yellow tabby 

sat comfortably in front of her favorite book. 

As she flipped each page after carefully

reading it, she realized that she was 

going to have to test it out. 

Who would she test it out on though?

She didn't have an owner. 

Oh no, she owned them all. 

However, she wanted someone clueless

to test her new found skills on, so  

she began to look around and then boom! 

The vision came to her mind front and center!

The old man. 

Of course the old man! 

That's who she would try it on. 

That dirty old man was coming into the library

a lot lately. 

And each time, he would just whip out his

dirty grummy hands 

and he dared to touch her. 

Ugh! The disgrace. 

He never even asked her. 

He would just reach on over and pet her head.

Front to back, 

front to back... 

Occasionally stopping right at her ears and scratching..

Good Lord why! 

Why did he have to start up her rotors?

For that he will surely pay.

She continued to read her book diligently 

sitting in her favorite comfy chair, 

when she heard the door open. 

Oh no! 

Could it be him already?

It couldn't be.

Could it?

He's an hour early!

She wasn't ready. 

Not yet. 

Not Yet. 

 

Chomp Chump

As the lights flashed before him, 

he knew he had to get them. 

In order to get to the next level 

of his evolution, it was up to him 

to follow the light. 

Sounds easy right?

Well it wasn't. 

Every time he began his journey, 

they too would begin theirs. 

However, their mission was to live off chasing him

until he got cornered and then 

they would win. 

Who were they? 

They were his fears. 

His shadows.

His Ghosts.

The more he ran to follow the light, 

the more his ghosts sped up to catch up to him.

There was one slightly overlooked detail though. 

In every corner where he could get trapped, 

was a secret power available to him.

Some people would call it magic.

Some would say it's a super power.

But he knew damn well it was his gifts.

His gifts that needed activating 

by first seeing it. 

Then accepting it. 

And finally activating it.

These super powers of who God had made him to be,

 were what always 

got him to the next level. 

And that was magical. 

 

Living Dead

 Once upon a time, 

in a land far far away... 

Ok, not far far away.. 

Only as far as Northern Virginia. 

But it was definitely far from Florida, which is where 

the rest of the clan lived. 

But, let's not get off course. 

Little Jiseff, yes, that's his name..

Jiseff was clearly not like any other human.

He walked around in a black cloak

and always carried with him his job tool.

He never stopped working for a living. 

That was his gift. 

However, one day, while working, Jiseff saw a girl.

Immediately, his bones began to rattle. 

He couldn't understand what was happening inside him. 

He thought to himself, 

"I don't have a heart, what could this rattle be?"

Then a voice spoke to him...

"Jiseff, if you don't have a heart, then you don't have a brain."

"Who said that!?" Jiseff asked anxiously.

"It is I, your creator..." replied the voice. 

"Oh...okay," {heh heh} went Jiseff. 

But again, Jiseff's bones began to rattle and this time he 

didn't question it, he just began to run. 

Click click went his bones as his knees kept knocking together.

"what is happening to me", he pondered as he began to slow

down his run into a gallop and then eventually stop

completely. 

Out of breath was not a thing for Jiseff 

because he had no lungs ,(or so he thought)

 but for some reason

he couldn't run anymore. 

He looked around and to his surprise, 

there was the girl again. 

This can't be happening, thought Jiseff to himself.

Maybe the only thing to set me free will be to...

Do my job? 

As he began to walk up to the girl with beautiful blue eyes

like a glistening ocean, he felt his knees suddenly get weak. 

His arms could no longer swing his tool... 

So he stopped.

 Jiseff looked around for another way out

 and there he saw a rose garden. 

He picked what he thought was the most perfect rose

and he began walking up to the girl again. 

When he got up to her, 

He said in his sweetest growl, 

"I may be dead inside, but I Love U..."

And the girl with the glistening blues eyes smiled 

at him and said, 

"If you are dead inside, then you couldn't love me."

"Is that why I am feeling this rattle inside my bones?" asked Jiseff.

The blue eyed girl answered softly, 

"Yes."

She explained to Jiseff that

 in order to share Love with another, 

he must first Love himself as he is. 

And the rattle in his bones was a wake up call from 

his soul that he was worthy of living

no matter what his occupation was. 

However, Living could only happen when he 

Loved himself for who he was created to be and 

did exactly that which made him happy. 

Jiseff released a huge sign of relief

and a tear rolled down his cheek. 

He never felt more alive then in that very moment of truth.