Greet to me

Where there was stone

to grit to sand to dust,

these are now dissolved

into a fluid state,

washing over

where space was concretized

and calculable

and therefore determined.

There is now perfume

without source disclosed.

The metamorphose continues,

identities to intimacies

to confluences.

The breath of steel rails

eventually becomes

pseudo magneto luminaries

of alignment.

The interior spaciousness

of being,

in overwhelm,

becoming the space

of the unceasingly familiar.

For the real invitation

is to leave separateness

and its manner for depiction

and reunite

with the oneness of all . . .

It’s greet to me!