Nothing Like a
Yesterday
When was the
last time you felt complete,
so complete,
nothing dared approach you?
Nothing like a
yesterday, or a tomorrow.
Nothing that
could speak.
Nothing that
could ever point to something
that would ever
need to be done.
Nothing that
could not do anything,
but adore you.
Adore you. Adore you.
When I read this poem, I thought of
the following Tagore quote, mainly because I could not visualize a moment where
an adult might feel this way (fully complete without any facet of the world
able to touch you). "Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or
less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the
contrary that the mind is a reflection of itself. We live in the world when we
love it... Yes, the smile that flickers on a baby's lips when it sleeps - does
anyone know where it was born?" If there are moments like this, the flicker of a smile on a baby's lips, in the
adult world, they are brief ones. The moment between a glance and the
anticipation of a kiss, the moment of feeling an arm wrap around you just
before drifting back asleep, the moment at a cribside staring lovingly before
the monitor goes off, the moment you first open your eyes in the morning. Maybe
these are our few seconds of nothing but adoration. Cherish them.
River Flows In You (2001), Yiruma
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