The Inevitable Void

My morning stroll along the lonely walkway took an unexpected turn. In an instant encircling me was thick mist. Soft Floating Imperceptibly in motion Seemingly still. The sun was hiding somewhere. It didn’t feel like it was morning. Obscured were the familiar green, yellow and rusty-red details on the grassy mountains and plains on the lone and clustered trees. Yet their unmistakable forms prevailed. So was my heart, I mused. Haze all around! I was in the middle of nowhere walled in by the clouds paying homage to the ground. But where I stood clarity was not lost. Alone in the mist the heart could not lie. The ache the longing to love and be loved the yearning to be requited the hunger for intimacy of mind, heart and soul gnawed at the heart. How could I own this void? No! Not after having reclaimed who I am. When ecstatic I proclaimed: I am the universe in love. My heart sought an answer. A still small voice whispered in the silence: The journey may be long and the leaps may be many for you to learn love’s ways. Though in the mist, the road is unmistakably defined. The many-splendored passion in the universe, in you- unconditional irrepressible breathing vibrantly – longs for expression desires to be shared. In the exchange of passion Love is in ecstasy; love is in pain, too. It is in the emptying the freeing of a space to be filled to receive that it costs. The void is love’s way to fecundity, to fulfillment. My heart finally understood.