the Day I had lived and died for –
the Day that is not in any calendar –
clouds heavy with love
showered me with wild abundance.
Inside me, my soul was drenched.
Around me, even the desert grew green.
I read those words almost thirty years ago in the book called Autobiography of a Yogi
But many brain files were trashed –
...she is only aware of this when habit reaches for them and finds them gone;
a giddy moment flashes, vanishes.
until IT is forgotten