The Yearning

It is only on reaching the perimeter that the finiteness of Man is discerned. Those who dwell in the central inhabited regions are blissfully ignorant of this fact. One questions why people should even stroll outside at all. It is however the desire to explore not new lands but the OLD one - the one that was and is lost. For though we feel like aliens our hearts remember, a time when life was truly invigorating and yet devoid of all earthly sensation. How our spirits were joined not only to each other but to all things living. We could touch trees with our eyes, soar swiftly through the air, wherever our mind wandered.

Knowledge, here was being, it was sensual and warm. Individuality was never considered; to be separate was unthinkable. All things had happened or not happened, for time could not be apportioned; it was static and surprisingly solid. We had the capacity to drink in each other's experiences. For on passing through one another there was a sense of unveiling, seeing people born into a new life with the dross stripped away; acknowledging their newfound innocence, seeing them as you always knew them, without a blemish. Our memories of old mankind had never really existed; even life and death were strange concepts.

To leave such a land would be thankfully an impossible nightmare, for we all knew that we were not there by chance that the pervading light which glowed all around and through us was God's Love. The feeling was that of sheer joy, of going ‘forever onwards and upwards. There was no need for humour in which we make light of disasters, where mockery compensates for fear, where teasing is a means of shedding our skin, of clumsily drawing close to one another. There was no need for sexuality, for we were and are not anything, but also everything. A land without mirrors, for never again would we make the mistake of wishing to gaze upon our own reflection. Truly personal desires have no place in such a world, how could they? All each one of us wants to do, is to return home.