Holes in the Floor of Heaven

Stars are holes in the floor of Heaven

through which its light shines through.

She dreamed, she wrote the song.

Then, in a bookstore, a book fell open

at her feet, and she read:

Stars are holes in the floor of Heaven

through which its light shines through.

The name of an African shaman, 

Credo Mutwa, was on the page,

and she knew this was a message.

In Africa, she met him, sang him her song,

told him of her dream of an old wise woman

whom he recognized as his mother.

She traveled deep into the heart of the Sangoma,

riding on a wave of connecting synchronicities

to complete the journey of transformation

begun by a falling book, its open page.

Some years back I wrote a prose piece about this story in Into the Heart of the Sangoma..a truly breathtaking true story. The Sangoma is a journey of transformation. 

Ella's prompt at Real Toads is to take books at random and select any phrase or word that jumps out at us, and write about it. 

I thought of this story - a Vancouver singer, Ann Mortifee, was in a bookstore when a book fell off the shelf in front of her, as I described in my poem. This led her on a fantastical journey, from one apparent synchronicity and impossible connection to another. If you like such stories, check out my Sangoma link. This story really took my breath away. There are mysteries we cannot fathom.