Somewhere I Have Never Traveled... by e.e. cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands  


Poetry... always trying to describe the unknowable.

This gorgeous poem so quietly, yet so richly illustrates 
the quality of the felt experience of the most powerful 
emotion and state of being one could have the
fortune to be in - LOVE.

In first in reading this poem, I thought it was about 
the communion of a couple, the intimate, most minute
moments of the awakening to the shared experience 
of love.
Then, I read it again and again.  It began to 
dawn on me that I was reading something 
Rumi would have written...
Rumi reincarnated as e.e. cummings?!!

Could this be a poem about one's connection on the most 
subtle level with the Highest Within and not just about human 
sexual intimacy?!  I wonder...

A relationship so brilliant, yet so under the surface of things, 
that in order to meet it at its level, we must get into the smallest 
and deepest part of ourselves to be able to feel some shade
of its Light.  Maybe our human intimate communion, beautiful  
and grand as it is, is just the microcosm of a more omnipotent
connection, as macro.  Maybe this is what was being 
verbalized so descriptively by e.e. cummings?
Kind of like Van Gogh, striving with the materials available at 
the time, to reinterpret what he saw: a wheat field or a starry
night, yet, because, in the end: mere pigments, or in the poet's 
case, mere words go only so far in reaching the true texture, 
luminosity, breathability of being in and with The Creator.

I have been fortunate in my life to have had a few of these 
most holy of experiences - the men shall remain nameless, 
but my deep gratitude to what was born out of our organic 
tendernesses, the beautiful shared memories we created
together will always, always be treasured.
However, these experiences are often fleeting,
and like sand, will simply slip through your fingers - your 
awareness must always be at the ready, your inner video 
camera defaulted to "on"!

So, the question is: 
Who has served with you in your attainment of the richness of 
love?  
What was a shared experience you've had with another that has
brought you to your knees exclaiming, as Blanche did in 
Streetcar Named Desire, "There is a God!"?
Or how different was the world around you, 
after a profound shift was created out of a
coming together?  
Did your map change: were the colors more brilliant, people 
nicer, did you find yourself walking on clouds?
How has moving deeper into our evolving and quantum nature 
transformed your every-day surface-life experiences?

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