Still Another Dream...

Somehow I know now why Albert's words seem to fill my heart with joy. For I have loved him too. Yet to hear his words again for the first time with my present ears and to know I have heard them in the past, sends a sheer chill of joy out from my Spirit as I realize this puzzle is finally coming together. At the moment, as I put these thoughts to words, I can see the intenseness in my feverish scribbling and in the ink's texture while putting it upon the paper. While the pen is floating so quickly as to capture every thought, the ink barely has time to set, so thinly spread in this fervent flight of my hand.

How can I know of his nature when I did not live in his times. Was I viewing him from the other side? Or is it possible that he is viewing me now from the other side? There is this Oneness that makes it all seem possible. But, who am I to question it all!