Wise soul

I met this man with old wise blue eyes,

Wearing white Kippah.

He sat next to me and said 'hello',

I responded back with a 'hello'.

As the train pulled off,

The green pastures 

And a crystal clear stream appeared,

And I asked him, did he belong there;

And he said he grew up there,

I could see his eyes light up

And distant memories of childhood

Fluttering with colours…

And started to speak,

And we spoke of uncertainty,

Questioning beliefs and faith,

Falling and rising up again,

Finding it anew…

Somehow our souls were connected,

Deeper than this physical world.

The otherwise 'illogical' conversation

Made a lot of sense to each other,

We stumbled on altruism,

And I said: 'no one is altruistic except for bees'

He nodded and was understanding it,

But for me it was just a blurt.

He said of talking to the point

And that a man with depth knows how to do that,

Where too many words won't suffice,

The wise need just a few.

We spoke of faith, religions and more..

We converged in many ways,

And it's beyond the words to explain!

And he told me, I am walking it right 

And it's fine to be unsure,

And fine not to know…

Just walk this way and figure it out!

We resonated…

He fondly spoke of his mentor,

His eyes spoke his reverence,

He spoke of the beginnings,

And how wonderful those were

When we started this journey of 'life'...

The memory of the 'past'

And much beyond…

And the chants of Sufis:

'God exists for those who count on him'.

The communication was beyond the words,

And we reached the destination,

Shook our hands and said goodbye,

He said as he left:

"The gift you gave me today is that:

'No one is altruistic but the bees' "

He spoke of ego and said that's the bee…

I did not get it as well as he did.

Maybe it meant beyond…

It was a meeting of souls,

Maybe we knew each other so well!

We didn't ask the names,

It didn't matter.

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