Waldeinsamkeit
Through the smoke and fog,
through mirrors that show us only what we are not,
I roamed the earth, searching.
I explored far-away lands,
clinging to stranger’s hands,
questioning every sage.
‘Where is my love?’
‘Where is my destiny?’
‘Where is the one who will complete me?’
One spring day in May,
I wandered through the first blush of the morning,
in the lushest green forest,
where pearly wildflowers still wore their morning dew.
I came upon you,
bathed in dappled golden light glinting through the cracked leaves that sheltered my path.
You whispered, ‘I love you,’ through the wind in the leaves.
You held me in your softest light in the lazy morning breeze.
And for those golden moments,
I knew peace.
‘You are me.’
‘I am you.’
The watery reflection was finally true.
The macrocosm within me wept.
Tears of joy, relief, epiphany.
From the tiniest seed
to the great Hyperion tree.
‘We are all together.’
‘Our love is already rooted.’
This infinite love twists its ancient fingers around all our hearts in one great sigh of the Being that was here before we named it and will stay long after we decay.
After we rise and fall like the ocean to the moon,
after we crush our ego,
the only thing that matters is the beauty in which we live.
