Clues

I crave connection, yet I crave solitude. In that contradiction lies what is true.

Going within brings me closer to you, intangible but more real than anything I can see, touch, hear, smell.

True bridges are formed from ethereal light, the only kind that we can cross to find what we all seek.

A bridge of fragrances, a bridge of birdsong, a bridge of rainbows, a bridge of wispy clouds ever moving, ever transforming, changing shape.

The unseen becomes the seen, through eyes that are not of physical mother born. All seeing eyes that remember the truth, before conception in the womb of our physical mother, before we are wrenched into the harsh bright lights, forgetting the truth and spending our lives seeking it.

In relationships, in food, in booze, in pleasure, achievements and accolades, gaining glimpses of it through art, through song, through poetry, through ancient trees quietly standing, ever present.

With eyes unseen, I sense it in the rainbow, in the soft breeze that touches my face as a gentle reminder. The soft gaze of a devoted animal, the unseeing yet all seeing eyes of a newborn baby, before it forgets.

Clues to bring me home.