When she is here, it’s beautiful. It’s as if we become one and are free. For that moment when I see her I know. I know and so does she. But what we know doesn’t explain the why.
Why has the world led us to this moment? Am I referring to my moment, your moments, the moments experienced by the world, by life. Or am I simply being mindful of none other than myself? As always.
As always, except for perhaps when we reunite. For years I have been searching and running. From one to the other watching and waiting. Hoping for a hint of that feeling I have when I see her. It is chemical. It is euphoric. And it lasts as long as I see her.
I can see her.
I can feel her,
and I know her, as I’ve known no other.
I wish it could be forever, yet I, I am the one who leaves.
It is my mind which wanders, it is my eye which turns away. It is that moment which lasts but a second that carries infinite circumstance and absence. It is I who leaves…
And with time, comes the moments. Memories are bliss, what we perceive is as real as a shadow.
Who is she?
Journals Of Enreal 
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fine post ….. thanks ….. love all.
Thanks Ram! And thanks for sharing my words!
Dear enreal,
it sounds mystic, like a moment of ecstatic bliss – inner union
Blessings Ray
As before you do again and again… you got it, thank you
Hello Enreal,
The moment is the opposite of a thought or concept. It is what is happening to you now.
So, if you want to be in “that” moment then you have to be in this moment. This is the real you and the real her.
Feel your toes…
hear your clock….
taste your coffee….
this is how to be with her.
well put my friend, well thought and well presented… I felt my toes, listened for the clock and am tasting my coffee… I hear you and I hear her. Thank you