The Spell

The Spell
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You were looking for someone else
In the mad rush
A thousand important things to do
And, I was a separate reality
Outside your orbit. I did not exist.
For some strange inexplicable reason
which neither you nor I can fathom
You looked at me.

Brown eyes struck by lightning
A soft intake of breath
Dancing dilating pupils
A shy smile on your parted lips
which lit up your eyes
Tousled hair lit by a sunray
brushed by a sudden gust of warm breeze
A sweat drop at the tip of your aquiline nose
sparkling like a drop of diamond

I don’t know why or how,
Creation began then
And I reeled from the force
of the unseen thunderbolt
Brighter than the energy
released from a thousand atoms
We did not hear the crowd
Or feel the chaos and cacophony
The world just let us be
If only for a moment.

We were held, you and I
By a luminous beam of white light,
A central gigantic beam
With a few secondary trails
Perhaps it was pink at the edge
Perhaps there were sparks at the center
I don’t know whether it was spinning or still
But I saw it
As certain as the sun rising by itself
And time stood still

It lit up the Deodar trees
and made the marigolds and sunflowers smile.
Around the great beam of white light
were the spirits of ancestors
Somehow, they were involved
At least, I knew some of the souls
They touched the beam and lit a fire
We felt a strangeness and warmth inside
And we were blessed

Creation began once again that day
Long before the union of our bodies
As it had done in the dreamtime
Long before the pea shaped cosmos came into being
Long before the resonance of the big bang
And the journey of previous universes.
We held the future in our gaze
In a gaze that we couldn’t unlock, not that we tried
Frozen in the mellow warmth
and fragrance of that magical, musical, inevitable moment.