I see you in there.

You just know...

She's there, and you just know that she's been there a long, long time...

And you want to hold her and tell her of this incredible awareness,

That you are old friends!...perhaps very old friends, without regard to time...

You occassionally just look deep...

Trying to awaken her...

Or to find her behind that veil of the life she wears today.

There, in the deep of her eyes, behind the nowness that has smothered her realization...she Remembers too.

And in a moment of pure magic that comes just every so often ,

In a blink that reveals eternity,

You both know it...

Feel it..

Love it...

And try to hold on...wanting to say it...share it and be in it...

Then, with equal force,

the pull of yang,

in all it's balancing presence,

pulls the plug!

Zap...you're back...

And your mystical moment evaporates like the last trace of dew on a summer morning lawn...gone. gone.

"did you just feel that...?"

no....

no, of course not...

You move on...

confused...hungry,

but soul satisfied.