Serendipity
Things happen by chance.
A passing glance does catch your eye.
Was it meant to be?

Coincidence.
Two strangers meet.
Their paths cross on the street
And they become lovers
From that day hence.

Lives intertwined.
Connected beyond time.
Who can say
What forces do play?

Magical encounters
One in a million.
Yet so it seems with no explanation
No earthly reason.

And in this there’s truth.
You look for proof.
But none is forthcoming.

It’s pure sensation…
The crossing of waves.
It’s not for you to say,
But to join in and play.

Note from Suzanne – a stilted poem today, no doubt the result of my personal doubts about my connection with the spirit world…. I gave a phone reading yesterday to a stranger and got many “no’s” that shook my confidence. Just now, after most likely blocking this poem in my meditation, I received an email from the woman I gave the reading to yesterday. She shared what I had given her with family members and found that much of what I told her was highly meaningful after all — she just didn’t know it (for example, one word I gave her turned out to be the spirit’s password she used to use when on earth!). So perhaps I might have gotten a better poem had I not been so down on my abilitites … More tomorrow with a more trusting outlook.