inception

Inception  A near accident almost run over by a train old heart, she collapsed in my arms wrapped her in a blanket, looked asleep we drove thro' the  long night headlights made a temporary tunnel If I turn the light off, we will disappear I looked in the rear mirror, saw her smile at the petrol station, the young attendant seeing death up close paled  this was reality, not play station 2c  I found a cave that had straw on the ground a lit candle on a niche, it was here Jesus lay when the women came and cleaned his wounds while his followers in the olive groove his face  bore the agony suffered by the righteous  I laid her beside him, she looked so brittle  they had both achieved eternal life She had no foreknowledge of impending demise she had the purist of hearts Jesus became a myth in our collective myth  The Messiah     Zen first light brings clarity and forgiving