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