a stranger said, you're a person someone meets and the next morning, he's not sure if he's met a person or a ghost.

another said, you're the kind of woman when a man looks back and realizes he's made some wrong choices in life, he'll always remember and wonder about you.

and yesterday, you said nothing. yet i heard your echoes loudly.

what are words but ephemeral meaningness, when meaning can only be momentarily grasped like running water over fingertips?

what are you to me, but a fleeting moment? a hand thrusting out in a world passing so quickly, sometimes goodbye precedes hello.

but in some quiet moments, when a person stops trying to keep up with the world and stands still for a powerful moment, he'll find someone who is also there. this person can see him, feel his rhythm, find his pulse outside the blur. and more than anything, this person believes he exists.

within him comes the sun--noble, proud, a provider by sheer expansion of will. and within her is the moon. that deep, still pool of protective energy promising safe harbor and replenishment. the good father and the mother. what each of us uniquely lacked. and from these symbols created within you, you find the power to heal.

until you find the meaning you seek, you shake every hand.