The veil of history is lifting.
The mind’s eye opens. . .
Seeing, feeling, re-experiencing
The lives we have shared
And the innumerable times
Our paths have crossed;
The past events race by,
As we, the minor characters
In the eternally flowing
Play of life—
Intermingle.
Spinning through time immemorial
In the myriad of roles portrayable,
We are at once friends and lovers,
Companions and relatives,
Neighbors, shopkeepers and customers.
Seemingly distant, forever within reach,
Our temporary togetherness again fades,
Yet distant horizon holds further relationships;
For from headwaters lost
In the distant past
Through the present
To future encounters,
The unseverable Invisible Thread
Attaches soul to soul.
