An Answer

It is the urge to share beauty in life
And absurdity in existence
finds its way to you…

At the moment when the unrest comes to still
The world silences for us to meet--
As if it is too beautiful to bear,
Sadness arises, which has no words,
But for the intensity of the gaze,
The familiarity when two strangers first meet,
And for the inevitable that follows.

And maybe, the predestined encounter
In a brief segment of our existence
Is sufficient to bear
The unbearable in life to come—
The hearts remember,
Though how fleeting it maybe,
The never ending circle our bodies form,
The trembling of our souls,
The wings of the butterflies
Fluttering in the morning light
When we wake up from deep sleep,
And look into each others’ eyes--

Centuries of waiting
Has an answer.

wwlin July 2003
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