Across space and time
by Mauri | June 4, 2010 at 12:09 AM
To you.
You still nameless. beyond my reach.
Somewhere, in the flow of time, in space.
To you, not yet born.
As far as you are, no more than few touches, few generations join us. As two drops, in the stream.
So different, externally – so different, in fact, it seems me I can imagine you.
I can see your face. Can hear your cry, in your first dark. Your very greed for light, and life.
So different, that you too, I’m sure, will one day feel the same as I do now.
Will, you too, make the same errors I did. But in your unique way. You will identically rejoice.
In different languages, we shall formulate the same answerless questions. Why? Why!
We’ll feel the same, identical concerns for the world, the other yous to come, some day. The shapes, and the souls.
Will love, for a moment, for an era.
Will discover. Will pray.
Will die, eventually.
There is a point in the World, in which our paths will cross – maybe in different times.
In this very special place our hands will meet, beyond our consciousness. Will touch, even without us to realize, in our own apparently separate moments.
What, after all, is “energy”?
What life, in the end?
Comments
Human connection
Hello Mauri,
Thank you for sharing your story with us. You captured a sense of human connection that exists beyond time and space. A world where our similaries are stronger than our differences.
Very nicely written.
Katie
Shared "resonance"?!
Forgive me, dear, for having replied so late.
May I try to justify? I was so busy that...
But now, I "have" a crumb of time, and may answer.
Thank you, for your appreciation! :-)
I feel this very connection is, after all, a reason for going on positively, facing the (now huge) force of individualism, and staying as away as possible from the polluting thoughts so common on these times in Europe (with Italy very "advanced", if you allow me).
In connection there also is a bit of mystery. Some of the wires of reality run deep, so much beyond the reach of our senses and consciousness. In my adolescence, imagining my thoughts might have had been already formulated by someone else looked me a bit disturbing. Now, I appreciate this warmly. Really, we are all unique, but "there is nothing new".
We are all "one", after all. Still preserving our differences, our specific nature.
Again, thank you, and my best wishes for your many activities!
(And a very, very special wish: that you can have a bit of "room for yourself", as Virginia has just said! ;-) )
Hugs
Mauri
Greetings from Afar Mauri,
Very beautifully written Mauri. You captured something timeless in this piece, I love thinking about the circle and cycle of life for each and every one.
In Celebration,
Gretchen
Afar, after all, is not so far away!
Thank for your warm reply!
I wish, to us all, that people will accept being "close", even staying away. And that we all are interdependent, related, even if we may not imagine on a first glance.
Many of us already feel a deep resonance with this concept. We accept this, longing for connection.
Now, in Europe, wind blows in another direction. With two friend, on lunchtime, I was just dealing on how individualistic some people has become. Maybe, "solipsistic" could be a bit more appropriate - their striving for "autonomy" being more the combined result of television indoctrination, inexperience, fear, diffused "role models".
Needless to say, I left the lunch quite depressed (and to be sincere, still am).
Yet, facts are facts, and the circle of life is sure one of them. A heartwarming fact!
And, a deep reason.
Love
Mauri