MAGICAL MOMENTS

We may think of moments as the special highlights in our memory trove, which they can be. But the most real and significant moments - those which comprise our lives - are the ones we are actually spending in our present. If we bother to make those all highlights as we go along, they are, indeed, ~ a magic carpet ride!

It was a movie I loved years ago by the same name, with a haunting musical theme. It came on TV sometimes after the late evening news from Louisville in the 1960s. The story was intriguing, set in Italy with an ambience which spoke to me. It's a tragic love story with mystery, murder and a surprise ending.

One ad for it suggests:

"Every Woman Has Her Moment of Weakness! Every Man Has His Moment of Hunger! Every Love Has Its Moment of Terror."

Perhaps it is so.

For many years I lost track of the movie. I couldn't find it on tape or on DVD. But I'd been thinking its star was Martha Hyer, when it was actually Jean Seberg; so much of my search was in vain, looking for a non-existent movie! I finally found it by title alone, among some 'rare classics'.

The thin membrane between

The outer curve of self

And the inner curve of else

Is mere illusion.

I am the after-image of myself,

The shadow of

A single beam of light.

Total light casts no shadow.

I am the conscious dream I dreamt,

Amusing a shadowless day,

In life, ~ that miraculous dream.

It might as well dream itself eternity

When the moment is sufficient.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

There is

A place for me,

A space to be

All that I am.

And it is not alone.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

One day full of sunlight

A Ray shone

Just on me

And changed my heart

From gray

To bright,

And warmed my soul.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Everything you do

Rings true.

How could I not

Love you?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Like pirate's gold,

Locked up

'Neath its fathoms

Is a life, impoverished

Without love.

What good is gold

That's never found?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Loving is the greatest

Treasure,

Its vein so rare

And yet -

So bountiful.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

You thought you might

Take flying lessons,

Chicago,

The Indianapolis 500,

Hawaii's surf.-

And when you thought

You might take me,

You almost did.

Dear miniature,

The grandeur of your heart

Could overcome its bounds.

But then, - that key misplaced

In a single moment.

You missed it all - again.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I face it

And accept the answer,

Either way.

There is

Nothing else

I really need

But you.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

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