The crystal castle,
You are barefoot,
Walking on a path not knowing where it leads.
You still feel the wild earth of the magical forest on the soles of your feet.
The first sunshine of the day sparkles in the bright blue sky above you and across the vast fields of flowers and grass all around.
What was that?
You turn your head as you hear a whisper in the wind.
What a beautiful song that was.
It sounds like meadows of lilies laughing or the song of the dreams you once had.
Distant memories of a summer when you felt truly alive spill over you like waves of what-ifs.
What-ifs that turn into I will,
Because they were never meant to be less.
They were always meant to be more.
So much more.
Your heart finds a steady rhythm as you continue walking.
It pulses with a sudden knowing that settles within you,
Gentle and sure.
You have arrived,
In the land of remembering,
The land where everything changes forever,
The land where people say your life purpose lies,
Hidden inside the most enchanting castle ever seen,
The Crystal Castle.
And the myth seemed to be true.
In the far distance,
Dawn glistens on the walls and spires of the most beautiful castle you have ever seen.
It sparkles in the morning sun like pure light,
A kaleidoscope of all the colors of the rainbow.
An immediate feeling of hope washes over you.
A faint remembering touches your heart and for a brief moment you feel like a child again,
Like the most playful version of yourself,
The one that once believed in magical forests and crystal castles.
With each step you take,
The castle sparkles a little more.
All the almosts and one-days you carried with you evaporate into its shining light,
The Crystal Castle.
And as you glance upon the shimmering steps that lead towards its big entrance door,
You know that once you enter,
Your world will never be the same.
And maybe you realize now that you don't want it to be.
You have buried enough dreams.
You have quieted your voice enough.
You are ready,
Even if a part of you still wonders if you are.
One by one,
You climb the stairs,
Moving at the pace of your own breath.
With each step later turns into now,
You arrive on the final step of stairs,
Take a deep breath and gently open the entrance door.
As you enter,
An immense feeling of home overcomes you.
The light of the glass walls embraces you like a long lost child finding their way back,
Back to life.
This light pours in through the tall windows and surrounds you from all sides.
The crystal floor beneath your feet is warm and smooth and sparkles softly with every step you take.
The ceiling stretches above you like a summer sky vast and blue and filled with light as though anything is possible.
And as you look up at the glittering puffs of rainbow colored clouds shaped like daydreams,
You realize that it is.
Right here,
Right now,
In the entrance hall where the dream becomes reality.
You pause and only then do you notice how still it is,
How silent.
And in this silence,
You find everything.
You remember something you lost a thousand sunsets ago.
You cannot quite name it.
It's not a thought,
It's a feeling,
A remembering.
We are in the land of remembering after all.
And as your gaze wanders through the light filled hall,
You notice doors painted in different colors,
Each leading to a different chamber.
A crystal staircase rises upward towards even more doors.
Another knowing settles softly within you.
Each of these doors holds a puzzle piece,
A piece you need to remember,
Your life purpose.
The one thing you have been looking for all your life,
That will finally answer the questions Why am I here?
What did I come here to do?
And then,
Out of nowhere,
A portal appears in front of you.
The most magical portal you have ever seen,
Sparkling in your favorite color,
Carrying the promise of grand adventures yet to unfold and lives waiting to be lived.
Along its outer edge,
Delicate letters glow.
Portal of miracles.
You feel it pulsing with answers,
Answers that have long felt lost to you are now within arm's reach.
You know you will walk through it very soon.
But for now,
You allow yourself a few quiet moments to fully admire its beauty.
You trace its surface with your fingers,
Feeling its warmth and its gentle hum.
And there,
Etched into the light,
You recognize a small inscription.
This is how we dreamed.
Moonlight in our mouths,
Summer in our skies,
And love on our lips.
