Soul's Memory

I knew you in a past life
you were my paramour
A face that lit my life
from within
and does even today
when I remember
thru those eyes

It’s something in the eyes.
I’ve known them for millenia-
a tenderness and
a connection I have
known no where else

How I pine in this life-
to be so close
and yet so seperated.

It seems that though
our lives this time
are to touch,
we are never to be as it was.

I stand on the sidelines,
my insides aching to touch,
to prove again my undying
love

and have to watch
as each time you walk by
only the barest flicker
of remembering.

I cannot blame you,


yet it hurts.


You were the one I gave
it all for- the centre
of my very world. All
else was merely interference
or perhaps enhancement
but when we were together
I felt complete.


It is said that all
existence
is merely smaller pieces
of the One,
that it all fits together
in one gigantic puzzle.

I feel like a solitary piece
sometimes
floating in time
wanting to find the one
piece to complete me.

It is unfair,
no matter now well I
knew you,
to expect you to be
that piece.

Yet you once were.
and I know it.
and I have yet to
find another path
in this life.



Forgive me.


I do not always know
the path I am to take
here.
Looking within does
not seem to shed light.
I seek what I knew
because what I have
does not seem to fill
the gaps.

And, as I did before,
so shall I love you
now,
even from afar.
That, at least,
the Gods would
know as
sacred.

signs

guideposts

I am always looking
for guideposts in this life

a map as I wander
the back roads
to tell where I am
& which way to turn

Never quite sure what
it is I am looking for
I look to the outside
to rediscover the In

It doesn't always work
well

like any map, its needs
to be updated

how do others do it
do they just flounder
or is there some instinct
that gives them an idea
which turn is right
at the crossroads

Lots of advice
tons, in fact
and yet none truly applies to me

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talk and talk
and all of one's own self
for in the end,
it is what we know best

the tunnel vision of ego
keeps knowledge on a
personal bent

and leaves those searching
with only skewed points of view

it is never easy
to walk the mile in
another's mocassins

and even less so when
asked opinion over a
sympathic ear