The Flame of a Long Cold Fire

I’ve since felt, with others, the deep connection.
Happily would I have married anew,
but old love came back, and that too ended.
Two others, though enchanting, I did not court,
one married, and one not interested in my interest.
I wonder, when future comes, will these too, haunt me?

There were years when barely I thought of her.
But once, and again, I would dream of her, or
when that between manifest and un-manifest is thin,
at wakening, or slipping into sleep, or day dreaming,
when the willful, little mind lets go its grip,
I could feel her, intangibly, palpably, with me.

I puzzle that “we” seem to endure, at all, long hence.
Is this a gift or blessing, or something rather less?
Do I hold to sweet memories, contrasting a lonely now?
Might it bode reunion, welcome though implausible?
Might we be ever more parted, yet not wholly?
Might these I know, in the fullness, or absence, of time?

I explore what seems inexplicably to exist.
I look upon her image, or remember what we had,
and I’m graced, if grace it be, with pure love.
How can such wonder of feeling be other than grace?
I employ this, as times, when sad, or too alone.
It serves me, to choose happy thoughts, not sad.

Can there be good charity, in such remembrance?
Is it naught but illusion, or worse, delusion?
One thing only, I know for certain, that she,
incites me to joy, when I recall our blessings.
Could it be that she participates deliberately,
in ways beyond what can be consciously known?
 
As all is expression of singular, eternal consciousness,
the connections between souls exists, everlasting.
We are one human family, engaged in this adventure of life,
together, in ways, though means, practical, and transcendent.
As is intended, incarnations share experiences,
and the soul connections are deepened thereby.

When manifest has passed, and tangible is extinguished,
souls continue their dance, beyond “little human” facility.
Few perceive this faithful blessing, and none,
though wish they may, can bend such gifts to their will.
Souls, wisely, love only, rejecting life’s dramatic illusions.
Tis blessing to “once, and again” feel the flame of a long cold fire.
 
 

2009/07/13