In life paths are crossed that the heart sees the hand of destiny all over them without a doubt; there is a lasting feeling of deja vu, and one’s center is so shifted to a nobler place to accommodate this revelation. In these encounters a new meaning is born; Being finds a new level, and the old structures are shed. You begin to make more sense, to yourself and to everyone around you. As if everything prior to that encounter has been a slumber and now you are wide awake, awake with life and meaning. In such moments, one can see and recognize the patterns of meaning that had to rise and fall throughout one’s life for this encounter to happen the way and at the time that it happened. I call them the explosion of meaning, when two souls come together and give birth to a higher meaning that transcends each one of them. This immaculate conception, the child of meaning that’s born, stays with us for the rest of our lives.
It’s no surprise that such encounters are marked with bizarre coincidences, which are there only to support the significance of the encounter against a doubtful mind, and so that the two souls remember their roles and reenact them as destiny has deemed ideal for the greater whole. The mind! That agent of doubt and the slaughterhouse of lofty meanings, that too has its role; to shake things up perhaps to test the faith of these souls, to see if the new meaning has been implanted as strongly as it should. What the heart knows the mind can’t fathom. The mind differentiates and the heart integrates. And it is in such encounters that souls are integrated into a higher plane of existence, and everything they had to go through was but an anticipation and a preparation for the event of integration. That’s when the two step into the space of the heart.
One has not known life until one steps into the space of the heart, where all things are worked out and all karmas exhausted; it’s the space where all is forgiven and the mind too is at ease, for it has abandoned its fragmented perspective of reality in which control is the only thing that makes sense.
In that space, I have no need for rules or principles to act; I have no need for spirituality and the saving cord of forms. My bride sits besides me fearlessly and we let things be, for love needs no struggle and has no grounds to hold.
Another aspect of these unique encounters is that they come with a flash of insight into one’s greater meaning and purpose, an insight into a better version of oneself and the possibility and the strength to march toward it. It’s indeed an experience of expansion and the site of great revelations that can at times overwhelm the vessel of the soul.
It is a less likely event in the life of insensitive souls, those whose meanings are hammered into the right shape and size to only fit the forms of the transactional plane. For them, we are too large and too much so that there’s no shortage of adjectives made by them to frame us, and to write theses about the myriad of maladjustments with which our inner worlds are stamped.
What can I say about the ways of the heart that the mind wouldn’t defile? It’s the language of poetry. Poetry! Poetry is language hiding itself from the violence that the rigid, rational mind can inflict on words. It is that subtle movement of meaning that’s too slippery for the fingers of the analytic mind to grab. The mind gives lectures while the heart sings; the heart already knows what the mind struggles to understand!
When two souls find each other in the space of the heart, when this supra-rational encounter takes place, a poem is created, and the universe will recite it for the rest of its existence.
NOEMAYA 