There is a full moon behind those storm clouds…I said to myself…
I met someone like you once.…down by the Mississippi…
On a night like tonight…people could be heard laughing….music playing.
But there she was…weather balmy…and she dipped her soul in the thought of going in….
testing the temperature…
Just then the rain began to fall.
She turned and said to me…I wanted to do great things…important things... But I failed..
I look to this river…this great and mighty river…it sustains all life…constantly flows..
Without constraint... without thought of complaint…
So tonight…I want to be with this river…it’s the only way I feel I can learn of it’s secrets…
Let it carry me to the ocean…all the way… whispering tales of life on its river banks…
of life within…where fresh and salt water meet in a brackish compilation …where life fights to survive…
carry me with it….
all the while…the goal is to be covered in the bedclothes of the ocean…
and the beauty of clear water….
I wondered then what to say to her…if anything...
I said….
Look to the stars…watching you without sound…without complaint...
I cannot see them… she answered...they rest in that place beyond the clouds.
Exactly…I said
But there they are…watching over you… Do not disappoint them… for they have no arms for which to reach you.
Only the reflection of the sun’s love to light your way…
Do not discount what you cannot see… You see…the eyes are the least of the senses.
Instead…try and see with the vision of your heart.
It is the most painful of the senses…in which we see…
But the pain is worth the effort… for in this way… we see what is the Truth.
She accepted this…
Thanked me and walked back to the place of laughter and music.
I looked to the moon and said…you see?
There is another like you…
Hidden behind the clouds…such as you are…
