One glance and the connection is acknowledged.
One conversation and all is made clear.
It is the ease and the peace and the trust that feels familiar.
The timber of your voice resonates from time before time.
This can be no mistaken identity.
And as I go inside my mind and transcend thoughts into that place of knowing.
I remember the brilliance of your soul as it was illuminated by God’s face.
Every inch of my soul screams in the ecstasy of remembering.
Not of the temporal knowledge but of the eternal knowledge that I have found you at long last.
This is not a discovery of who you are but a remembering of who you have always been.
The white light sparkle that drips from you intermingles with the same that drips from me.
And with this recognition comes a longing to romp, roll, and revel in the wisdom of your soul.
And again, we can be one.
One of mind, seeking to live in truth.
One of heart, beating with the love of all that is real and unfettered by mortal temples.
One path, skipping forward into the bliss of reunion.
One love, of which all things are created.
~ Barbara Bernard Miller