The Most Personal in the Impersonal

I love it
When I am rendered completely wordless with recognition
It makes me, simultaneously,
Kind of disappear and truly come to life

Touched by the impersonal deepness of the soul
I become the truest version of myself
The most personal in the impersonal
The truest form of me

Only to be recognized by a kindred soul
It is a rare and seldom encounter
Yet an encounter that doesn’t need more words
Than the truest ones from the soul

I know it is true
When I feel myself become completely silent
And deeply touched
Emptied and fulfilled at the same time …

These words came to me reading “Catafalque” by Peter Kingsley

Katy Pylyser – 19-09-2020