I flow through the world
And experience
Places
Moments
History
Present
I connect with people
And experience
Variance
Possibility
Convergence
Dichotomy
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
I feel my heart
Thrum in my chest
I feel the heat
Within my soul
I feel the beat
Of wordless rhyme
I am complete
Connected time
Calm as the air
Calm as the water
Resolute as the mountain
Free as the clouds
In a silence unbroken
But for the loon’s plaintive call
I sit
And rest
It’s like swimming through a sea
Of stems and raspy leaves
The stiff breeze wrestles up a wave
Which rolls across the grassland and trees
A moment of cool in the sun roasted air
Which clings to my lips, dries my lungs
She danced
As if every word she’d ever spoken
Could be translated
To a gesture, a swirl, or a twirl
She danced
And all I knew was
I wanted to be there on the dance floor
With her, now and forever
Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be
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