Smoke Gone.

She was sitting in the white plane. Bright as the sun. Light being. From heaven. The guests were still entering the body of the big bird. Some familiar faces. Some unknown. In her hands a blue pencil and a white book. She was making notes. Old emotions running free. From past lifetimes. Hurtful experiences. No longer slave of her heart. Letting go of what no longer served her journey. Names appeared. Smoke arrived. Making a small signature in the universe. The impact already vanished. She felt lighter. Soul much lighter. A blessing from within. The plane left the gate.

Next to her a man was reading a book. A book of Rumi. She loved Rumi. Always. Forever. She looked at his hands. A flash back. She saw an image of two hands touching each other. Softly. Sweet. A bigger hand and a smaller elegant version. Their hands completing each other. Yin yang. In the air. Picture perfect. A smile. Her face demonstrated joy. Deep joy. She continued writing. The assignment demanded her full attention. Devoted. She was. He continued reading. Silence between them. The pages turned in his hands. The book adored to be read. Books always do. Written with love they become magic.

He had seen her. From the corner of his eyes. Of course he did. He had a nose for high quality queens. She was adorable. Elegant. This woman was special. He could tell it instantly. She was beautiful. Yes. Her heart was even more stunning. He felt it. He could read her heart. Golden touch. Stars hidden in her soul. He decided to say nothing. Yet. She was on a different planet. As if she was writing her life story. She could not stop. A lot to write about. She was not interested in starting a conversation. With her neighbour. Not with a stranger. Not in a plane.

She had to go to the toilet. She moved her legs. Touching his legs for an instant. An instant that seemed to last forever. Infinite impression. He looked at her. She did not pay attention to his eyes. She left the back of the plane. Walking to the front of the plane. The book of Rumi was completed. Suddenly he got an idea. Out of the blue. He saw her handbag. Secretly he wrote a nice note in the book of love. He signed it with his full name. Left a phone number too. Then he put it in her handbag. A smile on his face. His intuition at work. Falling in love with her heart and soul.

She was returning. From a distance she observed him. His book was gone. His hands were resting. His eyes closed. Dreamland. She saw that he was attractive. Her mind kept her safe. She had to end the notes today. The flight was going smoothly. Time no longer existing. Just moving forward. Easily. The clouds waved at her. Staring from the window. Now and then. The pilot announced that the plane would land in 33 minutes. She was able to capture the essence of what she had written. Summarizing the whole. Awareness. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Letting go all. End of the process.

All people leaving the plane. He looked at her one more time. A big smile. His plan would work out. He just knew these things. She was wearing her handbag. Not looking behind. The future called her. New beginnings. The first day of the new year is full of enchanting stories. Always is. Always will be. She let her neighbour go. In her mind's eye. Life was delightful. At home she unpacked her things. She recognized the book. From that stranger. The divine was watching the scene. Peace and silence. Moon and stars aligned. When she opened the book, she saw the most beautiful words. Starting with 'Morning Darling Divine'. Tailor made for her heart and soul only. Unexpected love. She cried. High vibrational bliss.

By Liesbeth Leysen

(Photo Credit: David Niblack, Imagebase.net)
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