5/16/10

Meditative State
By Theresa C. Newbill


In the early morning hours, the memory, the possibility
of you is within me, releasing a creativity that enables
balance in the day's mission with broader perspective;
a liaison between simple thoughts and destiny.

I read the words of the song you wrote in my honor,
My Angel's Smile, feeling a slight constriction in my chest,
as emotions begin welling up; lots of joyful tears and some
deep breathing, every cell in my body focused.

Falling away from consciousness I am neither asleep nor
awake, yet there are energy releases that bring the essence
of two souls in sync with one another. Insight comes almost
immediately, like a vivid dream adjusted.

Life cycles and rhythms bring a sense of renewal important
to my well being, and I listen as small bits of glass and sand
rain down on me, the bulbs of the hourglass shattering in a
violent wave that encompasses time with a light electricity,

of enormous exhilaration. Water recedes into an ocean as
opposing forces are met in a vortex of power, my heart a
witness to the waves, excited and loud. There's a little cottage
by the edge of a rocky cliff and you and I are there,

personal areas of our past life together run through my veins
and I look for the opportunity to retell the story of us. There's
a functioning radio you like to listen to in our kitchen, a warm
fire we like to sit by in our living room, hours of solitude,

and bliss in our bedroom, making love; a man understanding
the complexity of his woman, a woman capable of appreciating
and understanding her man. The fire of Spirit has previously
taught us that the paradox, is love itself must be sacrificed,

before one can rise to the next level of enlightenment. But the
devotion and attachment I have always felt for you throughout
the ages refuses to let you go. Instead I choose to lay little
bricks at one time, the quality of the process allows me

to build the framework of us once again with truth and honesty,
as we are once again among the living. In this meditative state, I
regress back to you, back to us. You're my soul mate,
and I love you, just as I've always loved you.

The hand fasting string that binds us twinkles purple on the tree
of life, carefully placing us from one world to the next world
out as we do the whole thing over again. The thoughts in my head
are now safe, floating downstream as they start surfacing.

I collect myself enough to watch the water flow evaluating it with
serious consideration. I've outlined our challenges, which we will
meet together, learning from the experiences, grounding us with
matter and soul fusion.

Nature has organized us, created our forms, placed me here and you
there to test the larger, personal state of balance; our relationship
depending on the closeness of distance, on the connection of motion,
on the depth of unconditional love and the dynamics of overall reality.


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Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received numerous awards for her writing.