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
16 comments:
I think you have created numerous ripples in that pool which you have so elequently described.
All memories of warmth and human caring run in currents deep and are carried like so much treasure.
Liz, this is a wonderful reflection. It makes me want to go snorkeling in this pool. You capture the essence of our shared humanity, and reveal the rest- harsh words, discord, sadness - for what it is.
There is a buried treasure in this pool.Your words paint a big X to mark the spot. Thank you.
Hi Evan,
You comment is ripple in the pool also. Thank you. I couldn't think of a more lovely compliment.
dawn,
Somewhen I wrote that first sentence I knew you would gravitate to it. In that way, I guess you could say that I wrote one for you.
In the middle I realize that this is one way of describing the feeling of heavan -- a universe of understanding.
Liz, I hardly know what to say. You turn everything you touch to gold and my life is the better for it. :-)
Trée, you are an inspiration to me. You hear what I'm saying. Thank you.
very nice.
Your buddy in Budapest
Dear Buddy in Budapest,
thank you. :)
ripples... gotta love them.
take Care
Michael
Hi Michael,
I thought of you each time I typed that word. :)
I absolutely adore this post. :)
So do I time their. So do I. :)
I adore the one who penned this magnificent manifesto to universal understanding. Come dream with me and bring some cookies. I've got a magical brooch I think you're gonna like.
How could I now come to see a treasure made from dream that involves you and cookies?
I Love you too
I love you too.
Thank you for hearing me.
I love you too.
I'm smiling so largely.
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