A strong feeling of intimacy here, Kate. Inventive imagery, too. Hugs,
Sheila

Now we see through a glass darkly, but then we shall know. To reach into our inmost soul is the only way we have a hint at knowing now. You illustrate this reach very well with your metaphorical write and questioning. The thought lines are irresistable....Jerry

Love the imagery in this one, Kate. Very well done. Verse one reminds me of a term I used in one of my poems: an 'usnest' of intertwined arms and legs.

"are we destined to fall through the ether" ... most are, Kate ... yet, the sea of egos is evolving and spirits are advancing and souls are blending their imprints upon the fresh snow of idea ... after all, the universe is unimaginable yet potentially conceivable ;)

You and your majestic pen have covered a lot of space here, Kate.
We've come a long way since the first of us emerged from the cave.
Next stop only time (or heaven) knows. But it will be nice if "the
mirrored souls of our feet can make fresh imprints together....

-gene.

This is good, Kate... great concept and visuals too--kind of gives me a light-tummy feel, as if watching man's first step on the moon. both of which are similar in that each has one gravity/earth-bound individual aspiring to surface the orbiting object in their space (or thoughts)--making the other somehow seem attainable after all when their feet finally do meet. The twist, is that once that happens, the roles (rolls?) are shifted. There was Armstrong, the erstwhile orbited, now become orbiter. Now, who can think on the moon and its surface without recalling his name? Would anyone have remembered his name had he never ventured into that satellite's space?

favorite line: "a place where the mirrored
souls of our feet can make
fresh imprints together?"

What a breathlessly pretty picture that makes--you dimpling Heaven's waters with those soles/souls! --Charlie

The first time reading through this I thought it was about two people, but as I reread it I became more introspective and began to think about the beginning, the end, the middle...and time without end... It caused me to think of Wordsworth's poem which says, "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come..."
Your last stanza caused me to think of moments when maybe that was true...the earth still moving and heaven waiting. I like to believe that there are/were such moments. For instance, when Christ was crucified... The earth still moved on, yet was there a moment of grieving, if just for a moment, in heaven?
When loved ones pass on here, or when life becomes burdensome I sometimes wish the world could stop, if for only a moment and recognize or acknowledge my pain. Wouldn't it be nice to believe that someone, somewhere...maybe in heaven... stops & waits and lets you catch your breath & acknowledges your pain.
I'm rambling, but... The second to the last stanza is my favorite. I love the beautiful imagery of the mirrored souls of our feet (and the word play of souls instead of soles) making fresh imprints together.

Thanks, as always for your words & thoughts.
Cryssa

Many thought provoking mysteries in this splendid write, Kate!

Carole~

Do anyone have the answers, NO, so we have to wait and hope for the best. Thank you Kate.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Captivating, thought provoking excellence, Kate - undone by your words of beauty - well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

no beginning,
no end, and no way
of knowing which is you,
what is me.

A most captivating concept, Kate.

We all will be like small children when the time comes and we are at the final door, asking ourselves if it really is anything behind it...

Georg

Writes, rewrites, Kate, whatever you write there's something magical in your lines...something that always causes me to sit up and take notice. Love the thought you provoke in this!

Kate you have such an artful way of offering enlightenment to one's soul, beautiful writing...

Be always safe,
Karen

A light at the chaotic core of our own Milky Way. The gravity of Falling keeps it in tight orbit. The laws of physics and the law of attraction are wonderfully joined here. This line reminds me of the famous and spiritual inspirational poster that has been popular all over the globe for many years titled 'Footprints' the one with the footprints and ocean in the sand, with the inspirational text.

"souls of our feet can make
fresh imprints together?"

...And, in about two billion years the Milky Way and Andromeda will start to merge forming Milkomeda...wonder what that will be like?

"Will earth still move
and heaven wait;
this be science fact,
not fiction?"

Have a wonderful fall season, Kate...Blessed Be.

Love,
Sage

Such wonderful thoughts that seem to cross the universe with hope and desire of what could be, should be, will be. I enjoyed this one and know much thought and heart went into creating it. Thank you sweet Kate as always for sharing your unigue and lovely style with us.
hugs
Pops

You draw your readers in with your words, Kate; not unlike sirens draw sailors toward them. Of course I mean that in a nice way; sirens are beautiful. Another fine poem well-shared. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Kate,
Nice take; questioning and deep but with a light touch and a bright, dare I say hopeful perspective. Yes!

John

It is a very pleasant experience when I get to read one of your posts, Kate. The vastness of your words are inline with the vastness of the universe which you write about here. How will be be? will you know me? Will the earth continue in its orbit, and will flesh be flesh or will the transparent us emerge even as we come out of hiding?

I agree with Lori,whatever you write
is worth much more than one read!

"no way of knowing which is you and what is me," sounds a bit like: "and the two shall be one flesh." This poem speaks volumes. Great write Kate.

I'll read your old rewritten rewrites anytime. Very nice.

Who knows ?

Ask Albert Einstein or Sir Issac Newton they might tell you. But there again I never did give too much creedence to what the boffins say.

Thought provoking and stirring verse

My~oh~my there is no end(but i know something of you) ~Eons and Ions~is my latest release of solos (without words)but your words have a fusion which were destined to be re_called ~()~Our universe is expanding faster than ever before )~(I would imagine souls and fresh imprints as well.~.PS;Here is another fact "You are a porous spirit and an emotional sponge" *ovel* Ted

Me thinks we are on the same astral plane Kate. I love the line:
"A place where the mirrored souls of our feet can make fresh imprints together"
Love the visual it sends to my mind.
You are an amazing writer, lovely works. Glad that you re-posted this.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Heaven waits for no one, we all greet it with open arms. Nice one Kate

Great choice of words, Kate; I love your writing style! More, more, more!! BRAVA; extremely well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D