Yesterday I did the walk Marianne and I took together so many times, and I will do it again today, the ninth anniversary of her death. I saw a beautiful magnolia blossom that brought back the memory of another magnolia and a bird and a poem, all reminders of an internal connection and a longing for divinity.
The Soul's Perfection The heron stood silent, wading in the still stream Motionless, standing there for a long time Then with strong wing strokes The large bird took flight I followed him until he disappeared Not settling in a tree but flying beyond. The magnolia blossom was in full bloom A huge flower in perfect symmetry The yellow center cone surrounded By three large white petals In turn surrounded by six more Arranged in perfect geometrical precision. Bird and flower Two images for me Of a possibility Which can become my goal – The soul’s perfection.