Somewhere a gracious pool collects the thoughts, the feelings of every human that ever was. It’s a glorious, deep well of inspiration. It’s filled with wishes, dreams, and heartfelt songs of trials that real people have faced and met with courage, despite the cold, unfeeling elements that tried their being.
Each ripple is one more thought, one more dream of what could be, of what we are together. The pool is pure and good.
The last straws and harsh words have been siphoned away. The mean looks and disgruntled sighs were blown off on some wind, long before the pool could form. The sour notes, the sadness born of strained relationships, the discord are gone. The only sound is cool, clear water flowing like so much soft music.
Every favorite color, every favorite sight, sound, taste, and smell is captured there to keep forever. All memories of warmth and human caring run in currents deep and are carried like so much treasure. Every soul is beautiful and happy. Each drop is filled with texture, lush with delight, and brimming with so much experience and meaning. I can run my fingers and my feelings through a universe of understanding that the world has missed.
And every time someone says, “I love you,” another drop is added to it.
--me strauss Letting me be