Water...

I looked into his eyes: Loving, caring goodness. Everything was right. Piercing, intense honesty glinted. Was it fearlessness? Behind those pools of soft brown, fierce courage. He winked. A coy sparkle embracing my gaze. My heart melted. I looked again and knew, Glimpsed the distant forge of life The wisps of sorrow and soul-torture dissipating. He was human. Life had not been any kinder to him than me. I leaned into the mirror and kissed him.

Dimly aware, misty thoughts swirl, coaxed by some neurobiological genie.  What takes shape can hardly be described.  Constantly shifting appearances.  It's more or less a reflection of the writer's own self-perceptions.  An occasional shift and momentarily there's a glimpse of clarity.  Another instance clarity vanishes. Eons of time, past and present places, people known and unknown seem to emerge in and out of awareness.  Other's realities merging with mine.  This consortium is meaningful to me.  Am I so alone in my awareness of my world?  There are authors, poets, painters, sculptors, composers, to...roofers, farmers, cleaners, nurses, doctors, surgeons, factory workers....all swaying in a motion of individuality and unity. Parallel living.  Someone is born while another expires. The myriad threads of human lives weaving from moment to moment to create some stupendous tapestry of breathtaking beauty: life. ------------------- Just some of the images arising between t