The Crossing

Crossings
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A thousand earth years ago, we were alive
You were a man and I a woman.
We took our vows in imperfection
Without contracts to bind our lives
And when we died, I remember the crossing
During the interval of suspension
When I reached out for your hand in fear
in guilt and in paranoia
Not sure of my ground
Losing contact with the solid world
Crossing over woolly emptiness
Floating over fuzzy fog
Into the first dimension of the journey of the soul
I remember the earth dissolving into water
And water dissolving into fire
And fire dissolving into air
And air dissolving into space
When pain and pleasure became one
Then the luminosity and inner glow
When we joined the River.

A thousand earth years ago, when we were alive
We were bound together in accepted imperfection
Growing, learning, making mistakes, learning
And growing again in trust, not promises.
Contracts require the choice of law
Despite the foolishness and the flaws
That was out of question a thousand earth years ago
There was no law of New York
I’m sure we didn’t select English common law
There was no Hindu law, Dayabhaga or Mitakshara
Or even Muslim personal law
Thus those debates did not exist. But we did.
We didn’t surrender to jurisdiction
Or the subtle difference between law and justice
Nor the law of Limitations. We’re sure of that.
Did we make mistakes? Yes and how.
The immensity of which magnified in intensity
While we crossed over into the next dimension
Emerging from the fog in suspended animation
In luminosity.

Then we crossed the fifth dimension
And arrived once again into the sixth realm
Floating back into the classroom of the living
There was no good or evil, only glimpses
into the dimensions, and learning in the here and now
This time, I a man and you a woman
Roles reversed, learning, souls touching once again
Fire our witness, souls bound without contracts
Does a mother contract with her child?
Does the Koel-bird contract to sing?
I missed your fragrance, the gentle touch of your fingers
The music of your voice, the taste of your arousal
The sight of your perfection.
That perfection that I seek
As I grow through the dimensions and cross the sixth realm
Those old battles without meaning
Dividing space, dividing posessions
Dividing even the love of children.
Now we learn again and grow a little
Before we begin the journey across the six dimensions
And cross over once again.