Wednesday, 3 April 2013

The way, the truth and the light...

When we took our seats in the restaurant she was silent.
"How do you know this?' she asked.
" I don't. I see the path and follow it and then it gets me there. Then I know it was what I was meant to do."
"Yes, but how do you trust it? I mean this path you talk of?" she enquired.
"Can't tell you that either. It's as if we exist for one another. It is opened before me and I walk it. It's as if we are responsible for one another's existence, the path and me."
Silence. In a noisy room with barmaids running after each new guest and the excited chatter of people coming, going and staying our table is like a graveyard.
"You're scaring me." She whispered.
"I'm scaring myself." I responded matching her tone and mood.
"Can you ever not be on the path?" she asked.
"That would mean I do not exist. I am present so the path must be present."
She took a deep breath and then folded her hands on her chest as she tried to read every tell sign I may have possessed. Suddenly she leaned forward and out of nowhere she demanded,
"Can I be there too? I mean can I be on the path?"
 This time her eyes were penetrating seeking answers and challenging me to them.
"You already are, you exist for it as it exists for you."
"Then how come I never knew of it until you just told me now," she said.
I paused before answering listening to the chatter around me. Evening was creeping through the fading sunlight, still this did not deter what was meant to be.
"It led you to me that's why we are together and you now ask me these questions."
She sat back in her chair relaxed and smiled.
" You are weird."