IV - Pablo Neruda
The last stanza spoke to me today as I leafed through a book of his poetry I had picked up.
That time was like never, and like always,
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.
Is this not the feeling we have when we are with people of significance? We are swept into the moment, the time ceases to exist and we are moved by how quickly and effortlessly the time goes. Yet, we marvel how that seems to always be the case with just those such people.
We love to go there with them, be they friends or family or significant others for to lose time is to free ourselves from the confines of life for a moment. With special people, those I smilingly refer to as "kindred spirits" we aim for nowhere, have no specific route and yet it all is well. Nothing needed but to be there. To centre, to focus. To simply be and be seen and heard. To sense and be sensed in that moment.
We cannot access that space on our own, not that space we created and shared with others but we can feel the glow of it remaining. Funny thing that time lost, place of nowhere, nothing that is something. The hearing of what is left unsaid.
Beautiful.
Wonderful that poets exist to string words together to create an expression and explanation of a moment otherwise inexplicable.