My Father

As I grow, my Father has aged, grown pale and faded away.  My image of him has served me well, but perhaps for too long.  In time he became my Mother as well.    Then the image of my Father / Mother which was so clear and present in my world, receded into the mist, and was no longer present as my Father/Mother.

My heart had reached beyond my mind, and I perceived a presence that included everything.  I was at once very alone and part of everything.    Father-less and Mother-less, I had changed from the youth that could never grasp this reality.   I could never experience it as long as my Father / Mother was at my side, in my world.   By becoming alone in my world, I am very much not alone.