When mind meets mind
while soul finds soul
and worlds open out within
our little lives,
as if a warm and gentle wind
had blown through us
amid the winter snow.

A precious gift
a moment's glimpse
of something as essential
as the universal feeling
of real love.
There and then, a moment's flash
in just a tiny moment of exposure
where history does not exist
in linear shape; and form escapes
from every human definition.

We are there.
Soul plus soul, combined.
The pain escapes, the fear unwinds.
Within the breeze, a gentle chime,
that makes so many separate pieces
start to merge and rhyme.
Then, suddenly, to know
beyond all thought and without doubt
that there is ever-changing meaning
to a word like everlasting.

For we've been there.
No day, no time, no warning came.
Another humdrum day and yet...
We were just passing on the street.
Then came a glimpse that caught us up entirely.
As if our eyes were destined then, to meet.
We never spoke a word,
nor even asked each others' name.
Yet in the blink of our eyes
both our worlds were changed -
entirely, it seems.

A smile came, to both of us the same.
But we kept going to our next
appointment set.
Yet dispersed within our normal
conversations full work's activities
your eyes stayed with me, all unthinkingly .
While visions came, dispersed between two worlds.
And there! Another secret - in the beauty of snow's swirl.
It was astounding.

Needing a moment to just be alone.
I craved it while day turned to night.
For each glimpse of every vision
brought with feelings of such innocent delight.
At home at last, with all the others sleeping,
I fully opened to this newfound series of delight.
On and on it went, it didn't need electric light.
I wanted to yell to the world, "Look and see!
All this enchantment that is overwhelming me."

But alas, I also knew that this experience
could not become a normal conversation
(unless, perhaps, you dine in halls
with saints in every chair).
For those who didn't know would say,
"Oh come, you were just dreaming then, my dear.,"
Although I had been wide awake
throughout the glorious performance
of life's universal waves.

And so I never told them.
But I couldn't let it go.
And yes, I knew that I could never hold this in!
This great kaleidoscope of inspiration.
I was no painter, so I couldn't paint it -
not the way it had been painted in my mind.
Nor an artist that builds beauty into things.
But I've had these words and written many.
Never sold, not worth a penny.
Appreciated freely, if at all.
Perhaps this was a second call...?

To get back to my writing once again.
I'd been so sick, I thought I'd lost my touch.
and here, in a short morning's walk
this precious gift was given back to me.
By someone that I'd never really seen.
Yet it's more real than what is called reality.
Unsealed from a place of secrecy.
Uncalled for, unasked for, a blessed bequest.

This inspiration so long waiting to be noticed -
and waiting, even more, for an existence.
Never knowing we might find it
or even what we're looking for.
So unexpected, all the joy beheld
because we'd opened up one door
we hadn't noticed there before.

Within these little lives we live.
A gift we need to share and give
that others might experience their own
awakening of mind in heart and soul
entwining love within the lives
of all...

? Michaelette ?