What are the hands of fate that separate many a great mate,
when even the word ‘great’ is not yet as great
to estimate that which no word could relate?
This morn cast pulverized to a waste...
an ocean vast
Miles lay in dregs,
lost in crags,
on two rebel hands...
Before a giant gesture so gentle in measure,
did continents cringe and crumble in a seizure
when two spirits of a kind defied leagues at their leisure.
What’s love compared to a soul sibling to whom you are bound,
when even the sentiment ‘love’ is not yet as round
to show you how profound the meaning you have found?
two souls cast to a pulverized rest...
an ocean vast
miles dwindled away to dregs,
washing down the crags
of two rebel hands
I have always tried to veer off from the metaphysical, but I doubt how much I have been able to do that especially when it comes to feelings that give me the power to carry on. These innervations being the product of 'thoughts' could sometimes be conjectural and straddle both the physical and the metaphysical. One such example is the notion of spiritual kinship.
Plato's realism transcended the physical and sought the Forms aka Ideas, 'private mental objects'. Over time, this philosophy seeped into art, religion, and human relations most. 'Private' and 'mental'... What better recipe for conjecture: that no man's land between the physical and the metaphysical!
Don't we have a general inclination to look for an answer to some of the 'big' experiences in our lives from a divine, spiritual or some other metaphysical standpoint, which makes them 'private' or more easily understandable? You could, let's say, be an atheist, yet you would have no trouble calling someone who is dear to you your soul sibling just because you have these 'private different' conceptualization of that person. Isn’t this contradiction astride both physical and metaphysical planes?
Yet the feelings the conjectural reality gives us are real. If your blood is rushing, a doctor can read it on an electrocardiograph for example. It could also be that you imagine that you possess these feelings. How would you know? It's conjectural, however the cardiograph is still the same cardiograph.
This conjectural reality could be your religion, and it makes you happy if you are reconciled...
This conjectural reality could be your nationality, and it makes you proud if you are reconciled...
This conjectural reality could be your car, your dog or even your jacket you wear, and they give you different good feelings as a result of the 'private thoughts' they evoke in you...
Can you imagine the power of a person, who you believe could be a brother or sister in the spiritual sense? Yes, not a sibling by blood but by spirit, much superior. Much greater than all the positive feelings in the above stated list... We would have no disagreement about the dog, or the car or even the nation I guess... Yet, 'religion', you might say, is greater than a soul sibling when it comes to inspiring in you feelings... Well, I cannot measure things on a conjectural scale, and I truly don’t want to sally into that special sentiment in people’s lives. It’s not a debate of religion here. However, though people do believe religion is reciprocal, it is not physically interactive, and those who interacted are either saints or prophets.
A soul sibling looks at you in the eye, speaks with you and shows their reaction to what you experience together...
There are myths about soul siblings. One has it that two people who are soul siblings but don't know it yet will recognise each other when they meet or when they share an experience and their souls will lock. Well, a poem will prance then... Clouds clad with the radiant colours of the rainbow will scud from some magic fairyland to find you and soak you with the torrents of vibrant happiness.
The soul deems no obstacles. Remember Psyche [soul] in Greek mythology. She was forbidden to look at and see her husband, so she had to share with him many a blissful moments for days yet in a dark place she didn't even know, obliged to concede to the unseen existence of her beloved. However, succumbing to curiosity, she lit her oil lamp once to see her sleeping husband, who was Eros, the god of love. Burning oil dripped on his susceptible body and he flew away in agony. Consequently, she was punished severely by Aphrodite, Eros’s mother who was enraged by the harm that befell her son from Psyche’s hands. For years, however, Psyche sought him in backbreaking toils and tribulations. Then, she was subject to Aphrodite’s loborious tests. Yet she did not relent despite these exacting sufferings. Seeing her defiant devotion to Eros [love] in formidable trials and extreme afflictions, gods helped her eventually and she was made a deity in Olympus to live forever with her husband. Since then ‘soul’ and ‘love’ never parted.
The defiance, perseverance and power of the soul are the key elements in this poem. You can see how it pulverizes both continents and oceans between a brother and a sister. What is space or time in the eye of the soul when even Aphrodite could not stop its human form, Psyche?
The soul will chirp its song independently from the corporal phenomena, so will soul siblings. Children have soul siblings, the very old do as well; once they cross paths they are inseparable.
Call it conjectural, metaphysical, mythical or even childish; the cardiograph will tell you yet another story...