I’ve come back to normal life, thanks to writing it…
and very raw and real the writing and feeling was….
but I was sobbing, literally sobbing with sadness and happiness and gratitude and loss and devotion and love…
Because that seeing…
that seeing was it for me.
Though the moment in its creation
had long passed.
And by “it”
I mean everything I dreamed
of ever wanting,
in a given moment.
Because I knew, I knew, in that moment
that it was all real.
And the timing may ever be off
(though in the past it has happened that the timing
was perfect, like the pattern
of two planes, going in separate directions
to the same spiritual place, and actually
crossing paths, one above and one below,
not just the residual streams
left afterward, but the actual flying machines,
intersecting upon separate planes of air,
in the sun, at the same
exact time, and interspacing, of the universe)
(and yet always would the paths continue to
and occasionally meet again,
combustively or enthunderingly)
and we were never meant to be, in this lifetime perhaps,
but to me, the enormous beauty of this one being’s soul
was so visible, so bright, so pure, so filled with light…
It drew upon my spring, well
and at the same time filled it
to the brim
And it was the greatest, sweetest
sadness and gladness
I can ever know.
Image: by Walter Inglis Alderson, via Sacred Place, OxfordAmerican.org, found via art search for “two jet streams wellspring”