…there is not as much time for writing or thinking things in depth. Yet sometimes something beautiful happens and you hear from a special person you wanted to talk to for a long long time.
Some people are soul mates.
Not from male/female passion or even lust but from something past the human ability to give a name to and trying to find a word is like trying to find a single charmed quark in the whole of the known universe. You don’t know why you love them so much you only know you do love them and if there were words big enough you would use them but all you want to do is just grab that person and hug them tight and never let go; not so the action can lead to sex but so you can try to become one person with that person, like a Vulcan mind-meld.
If you are blessed you get one in a life time but if you are really blessed you meet them more than once wearing more than one face. The faces are not ‘traditionally beautiful’ they have the beauty that surpasses that of mere mortals and transcends into the ‘awe-inspiring.’
I see a bird in flight on one face. A bird like a hawk with eyes like a galaxy in the dark and a smile whose signature is joy…on another face I see the eyes of a wise man who lived a 1000 years and the mien of earth, like mountains, with a mind that spans the world and all that is in it…on another face I see the naughty angel who fights an inner jihad much like my own and I see eyes like the part of the sky that has only the faintest stars in a sea of mysterious black on a canvas as fair as cream on feet that pose like a cat poised to strike. Inexplicably I love them almost as much as I love myself. They joined the pantheon of great souls in my life with the golden eyes that shine sun on me and with the deep, curly voice that is like a coiled snake that guards my heart…
…These are loves past human comprehension. Not the love of family only although some are ‘family’ and not the love of brother or sister although some have that role with me…
There is love in this world that thrills to a mere presence, a knowledge that someone is there with you even if it is only in spirit.
How can I be sad when I have been showered with this much beauty to behold in my life?
Wind He Is
Wind blows strong here
Uses power-lines for vocal cords
House windows cracked with ill-fitting Time
Wind says ‘come out and play!’
Another Oklahoma day
So I went
The sun was there
Dark puffs scooting boot through sky
One cat’s spirit
The nest borne baby owl flew
Toppled to the ground by Him
Brother of the omens: Wind
Crying on the ground
Soft paws questioning the life
Sharp claws set to quickly knife
A look of mercy: Her ‘mien’
Open beak cries
Heaven blue without ears
Only God hears
Before sharp teeth in reverent awe
Grab the hapless head with jaw
One sharp shake
Feathers left on concrete
Not one drop of blood
Part of a claw and beak
He sees it all
Fingers unseen lift feathers grey
Into the light
They blow away.
(M.shannonM. 27/5/13 All rights reserved)