On Meeting

Night makes the stars seem bright.  Clouds may cover the mystery, but nothing is hidden from the great expanse.  Kajol eyes tell a story, half hidden by doubting glances.  Still nothing is unseen to the one who loves completely.

There is a resonance deep within. There is a subtle space of perfect union.  There is freedom not yet known to the senses.  But Oh, lets not go there.  Its too risky.  What  if???  Lets stay here in this colorful illsuion for a while.  Lets tease each other with our careless words.  Lets play some more with thoughts and ideas and neglect.  Lets add more mass to a massive mind while we forget our inner sky.

A lifetime, maybe two or three.  Who knows??  Although separation means suffering, although heads may clash and these narrow walls get closer;  still there is some meaning in frivolous occupation.  But is there?  I dont know, sometimes the mind seems so content with artifacts and ornaments of yesterday; it will so readily exchange the now for yesterdays longing and tomorrows fear.

Never here.  Never now.  Like a withered old man with inflated memories and the crippling thought of impending death.