It was there in the moonlight, gazing at the starry sky that I first felt it. Time stood still and the light shining in the distant galaxies was calling me home – pulling me higher. My body was anchored to the boulder atop the mountain on which I sat, but my soul was soaring. Voices and memories were pulsing through my veins as if they had been there from the beginning and reminding me with each breath and heart beat that we are as one.
Finally I was given a glimpse of what I had been seeking. That longing that had been pulling on my heart strings, knotting in my throat and ringing in my ears had found its source. The sky. The beyond. Somewhere in the darkness and the twinkling of faraway stars and planets. Past the black holes, comets and solar systems. Farther still where sound and light and fantasy shift into a new language undecipherable to my mind. Yes, it is there where my longing lies. Somewhere my mind cannot explain, nor my memory attempt to fathom. There in that place lies a piece of me, every bit as connected as the brown in my eyes and the heat on my breath. Part of me there is reaching out, longing to connect, wanting me to listen.
With open mind, heart and soul I listen. Now, I listen.