To use a Science. Fiction analogy, the Soul is perpetually concerned to communicate with the ‘Mother-Ship’, trapped as it is in its awkward space suit. The signals are weak, given the inclement weather and heavy atmosphere on earth. The space suit and equipment are also not technically very advanced. Often the weak signals are lost in space. There is also much static noise at base, but the effort continues to communicate, in the hope of a response. It will take time to modify the suit and make it worthy of good communication. The Soul tries hard to work on it, but the hard metal is often unyielding to any change. Occasionally, on a clear day, when the equipment is fully operational the signal goes through and the awaited response comes to the Soul’s delight. My poem on communion employs yet another analogy, that of Alice in Wonderland:
THE TOUCH
In a moment of pathos
Pensive,
I perceived like Alice
A diminutive link
Growing from me
As I shrank into the corner.
Its golden extending
Beyond the room
Beyond
Like a rainbow
Transmission
Of my unexplained sorrow’s
Force,
Connecting in a powerful
Floodlight’s extended beam
Into the star-flung, far-flung night.
The other
should have felt me connect
As I released
Myself
Unhindered uninhibited.
And quite simply I think
I learnt
that sorrow
Is not in injury
Or pain or want of bread,
Or death or any such circumstance.
Is
a force which moves
The itch to unite.
An attribute of our need
To extend our finger
And await
The touch.
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