I meet them on my way. Worlds fly past me — parallel, not perpendicular. We do not intersect with them. It’s me who is ready to be flexible and meet. They are also ready to meet, but they don’t know how to part. They are afraid of parting. That’s why they never meet. With me.
And I look them in the eyes – so different. I would give myself, if I could make them happy. I would like to meet, make them happy, strong, wise – and let them go. To gather these amazing multicolored birds with broken wings from the earth, return to them the ability to fly, and – let them soar again. Without me. I don’t want to be someone’s wing. And I can’t. After all, I am flight.
However, one day, I too will build a nest. But then, beside me will be a bird that will be able to fly alongside me – just like I do.
How I would like to touch once again those I have known and loved in all my lives….
And this will happen sooner or later. One day. I will reunite with them. In this life, there are only a few of them. And I am enchanted and filled with delight, recalling each one of them… They are mine. Souls that I love. And have always loved.
Then we will all meet… And be together. As one.