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| Peter Ghostbuster, the Seeker |
Where am I?
Why am I
here?
I do not
think I am supposed to be here.
Not yet, not
yet – it is too soon;
I am not
ready.
I must
return,
find my way
back to the beginning.
I must start
over. Why am I here?
But first,
inventory:
I am
colorless.
I cannot
see, I cannot hear;
but I have a
voice,
and I have legs.
I must use
everything I have been given
to find the
way.
And what is
here?
I feel
softness and warmth, and something else.
It is love -
a mighty love.
This mighty
love seems to be coming at me
from all
directions; it surrounds me, comforts me.
But I must
not rest,
I must
continue my quest.
I call out, “I
am here!”
My small head
quivers like a compass needle,
Seeking,
seeking, seeking….
I am not
sure what it is that I seek,
but I cannot
find it.
Where is it?
What is it?
My limbs are
weak,
but still I
feel the compulsion to move.
I cannot, must not be contained.
Exhausted at
last, I call out,
“Help me,
help me! I am lost.”
My mom is worried;
she
retrieves me and tries her best to soothe me.
The mighty love
envelopes me.
Ahhh.
I remember
now – it is coming clear to me at last.
I was sent
here on a very important mission.
A very brief
mission, and somehow, somehow,
I have accomplished
this mission.
I have done
all I came here to do;
I have found
the mighty love.
I am free
now to return to my home in the stars.
Gratitude
fills my heart.
I am home.
But you will
see me again;
and you will
recognize me.
I will be
resplendent in my tabby pants.
