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When Souls Collide


The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear. ~Daniel Defoe

I have seen the tips of craggy mountains cutting the bottom of clouds, the clouds spilling white blood on the peaks, white blood slowly pouring down the slopes covering the land in an ivory, ermine pelt.

I have paddled the blood red veins of the Colorado River, carrier of life, creator of life, performer of magic as it transforms an arid desert into a shady grove harboring trilling birds, dancing reptiles, coyote on the prowl for long eared jack-rabbit.

I have walked in the shadow of man made mountains formed of steel and glass and concrete, climate controlled eco systems protecting people at work, at play in the heart of congested cities, people insulated from withering heat, heart stopping cold, shards of lightning escaping billowing, black thunder clouds.

I have talked with people thousands of miles away, face to face conversations with the feel of immediacy thanks to vibrating light pulses, heart beats, passing under the Atlantic on glass wires, conversations bridging the gap between them and us, connections melding disparate beings into a we.

None of these marvels compares to the mystery I experience staring into your teak eyes, falling into their depths, losing my singular self, discovering my essence when our souls collide, emerging renewed as us.

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