It was as if there was this great sorrow in each of them, a sorrow that was unrequited love, a sorrow that was a song without words, a song without beginning or end. And it was a love so deep and vast and wide that neither of them could comprehend it. And yet it was there, underneath it all, binding them together and blinding them in its Light. So even if they walked and talked and laughed and loved, the Light of this Love flowed through each of them like a mighty river, like a mighty, powerful current which was animating all of Life, including them.
And sometimes they touched upon it in their innocent unknowingness and when this happened, the vast aching and longing was stilled for a moment, stilled and satisfied and surrendered. Because they had unwittingly come home, back to the beginning, back to the beginning of each of us, which was the end of each of us, which was the start and the finish and the stars and the sun and the moon and the wind…
“Rachel,” he said and it touched her heart.
“Yes,” she replied softly.
“I love you.”
“I know,” she said and was as quiet as a soft wind on some far distance ocean that no one ever saw or heard. And when he heard her words, he smiled and his soul was at peace, as it went dancing through the universe, happy and free at last.
The melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that played in hers. Though he did not know it, nor did she. But connected they were, beyond time and space, as truly we all are.
It is a wonder how we can go on for as long as we do in our utter ignorance of who we really are, with that sorrow that is unrequited love, tearing at our heartstrings and eating our souls with its never-ending longing.
Oh song of songs!
How we are longing!
Longing for that sacred touch which is our very own, for that homecoming which is beyond any earthly home we’ve ever known, for that surrendering which is beyond any surrender we’ve ever experienced… a surrendering beyond comprehension, where everything falls into place… into that blessed, sacred space, beyond time and remembrance… that we call love…
About Rachel and Albert from the Good Pussy Bad Pussy books by A. Aimee.
“Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” http://amzn.to/1CZwnpz
“Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” http://amzn.to/1VHhttS