The veil of history is lifting.
     The mind’s eye opens. . .
          Seeing, feeling, re-experiencing
          The lives we have shared
          And the innumerable times
               Our paths have crossed;
     The past events race by,
          As we, the minor characters
          In the eternally flowing
               Play of life—
               Intermingle.

Spinning through time immemorial
In the myriad of roles portrayable,
We are at once friends and lovers,
     Companions and relatives,
     Neighbors, shopkeepers and customers.

     Seemingly distant, forever within reach,
     Our temporary togetherness again fades,
     Yet distant horizon holds further relationships;
For from headwaters lost
     In the distant past
     Through the present
     To future encounters,
The unseverable Invisible Thread
Attaches soul to soul.