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Get to Know Us. English Choose a language for shopping. When I moved to touch them they evaporated into thin air. With all the strength that I could muster, I ran round and round, turning here, turning there, but to no avail. I never saw their faces. I saw only backs. They had no way to see me. Only I saw them. The pain of watching helplessly was more than I could bear, yet I refused to turn away.
I would at least stand vigil as a witness to their plight. One of them would weep at times and one would sometimes stare, but no connection with each other was ever made. Their union had been shattered and now they suffered each alone. My heart was aching as I watched and my urgency rose up. Perhaps shouting would gain their attention.
Perhaps sound held the saving key. Immediately, I cried out and even bellowed, but without success. Perhaps if I could see their faces and look into their eyes. Perhaps our spirits then would touch, and our joined energies could ignite their inner fire. As I cried out for them to look at me for what seemed an eternity, she re-appeared upon the scene and quietly moved toward them as they laid silently on the ground. She was humming oh, so softly, much like a lament.
I felt both joy and pain. My heart fluttered in confusion and relief. With eagerness and pathos I called out:. Eventually she laid her mother down and kissed her on both cheeks. Their tears met on each other's face in resignation and despair. She went then to her father, motionless and stiff. His head was bald, his face was lined.
She took his hands lovingly in hers, but there was no response. His face had no expression and his body was limp and stiff.
She sobbed and rubbed his shoulders and clung to his still frame. In time she seemed to force herself to leave, reluctantly letting go of him and walking silently away. I called out to her and begged her not to go, but she gave no indication she could even hear me, and as I watched in helplessness, she disappeared out of sight. The ache of total helplessness flooded over me again. Finally, I could no longer bear it. I too forced myself to turn away and walk back into my life. To my dismay I found myself distracted in such a haunting way.
I could only think of them and her. I could not escape the image of their lost reverie that had become such a tragedy. It gripped me night and day. In utter desperation I tried to call them forth by concentrating on them with all my energy. Without a sound I tried to tell them how sorry I was that they had been ripped apart and were suffering such acute loneliness and loss. I sent the message with my mind and heart with such intensity it somehow lifted me upwards and brought me to them, instead of them to me. I was bewildered to find myself present in their world that I knew only in my dream.
It was very hard to breathe there with all the dust and lack of air. I coughed and gasped for a brief while, until I settled down and could begin to look around. Everything looked just the same. Not one thing had changed. She wasn't there, but her parents were, still motionless and separate, silent and alone.
I approached her father first and tried to bring him around. But I soon realized it was too late. He was already dead. Sadly I drew a long, slow breath and then a quick short gasp.
With all the strength that I could muster, I ran round and round, turning here, turning there, but to no avail. She sat there with her parents exchanging loving smiles and at times laughing together in wondrous endearing glee. C Wide Hive Records Duration: You have exceeded the maximum number of MP3 items in your MP3 cart. Ours is a soul's union, a treasure of priceless worth. Soul mates, loving soul mates. Additional taxes may apply.
With a pained sigh I walked quietly away. There was nothing more to do. Nothing I could say. I then went to her mother and to my utter surprise, she was crouched beside her mother, rolled up in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably, clinging to her mother's waist. It was all too evident, her mother, too, had died. I knelt reverently down beside her and put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek, crying as I did.
Lovingly she wrapped her song around them and sprinkled them with her tears.
Information on purchasing Love and Innocence as a tape I sprang forward and tried to go to them and also find out where she had gone, but they weren't. “All our lives started at birth with its joyful associations of hope, love and in Bethlehem wishes them both; joy and peace from God to you!.
It was her farewell ritual and her farewell prayer. She and they were bound together in a final, last embrace. It was a moment to behold and a memory to treasure and emblazon on your soul.
With that I seemed to wake up and re-enter my world again. Startled to find myself at home, I tried to turn toward my world, but it held no interest for me now and I had no desire to try to get on with my own life.
Her face, her eyes, her innocence, her pure sweet voice and song woven in this tragedy haunted me night and day. I could not ignore her impact on me and the love I felt we shared. There was only one thing for me to do. I knew I must search for her in every way I could.
Within my mind I searched and searched through time and then through space, and in my heart I hoped and prayed that she was looking for me as well. Just as my heart became too heavy to continue and my feet refused to move, I heard her voice once more, singing her aching pain. I turned and saw her coming toward me, bent and labored in her walk, propelled only by her song. When our eyes met her voice soared, and my heart sang with sorrow and relief. Our hearts had touched in tragedy, and our souls had touched in grief.
Now we had the luxury of touching here in joy. We embraced with such intensity it took my breath away. We laughed, we cried, but never spoke until she spoke in song. This time I could hear the words:. We are such loving soul mates we cannot bear the thought that death will separate us as well, but that's somehow the final gift. Soul mates cannot be separated. Our souls will ever touch. Ours is a soul's union, a treasure of priceless worth. Unlike loving entanglement, we are not in jeopardy of a devastating heartbreak when left behind. The lesson that we learned is the lesson of the soul.
We do not focus on physical presence with its confinement and its end to hold the longing and the bond. We are spiritually connected, wrapped in the purity of words and song. We are soul mates bound in spirit for all eternity. Our love is etched indelibly and it will never die. We are soul mates forever and our hearts will ever touch. Realizing our love will never die we have the greatest freedom anyone can have, the freedom to love each other deeply without fear.
This gift of love washed over us, transforming everything in sight. No fear of death. No fear of loss. Only endless, endless love.
There is no greater gift. We are so very blessed. Soul mates, loving soul mates. Our love will live forever, and our hearts will ever touch. So many times the relationship with those we love becomes enmeshed with dependence and blurred boundaries. Without malice, just through misguided love, pain and heartache interfere with children's attempts to separate from parents and leave home. Loving parents entangled in their children's lives find themselves living through them and bereft without them.