synesthesia * 3/8/13

I have heard your sight looking at me.

I answered with time spent

through held positions.

I tried to keep it clean,

with not looking back.

I did not want to engage

in a lesser way.

This occurrence would give both of us

a chance for a deeper sense

of the other to emerge

without mindfulness interfering.

We needed a strain

of undisclosed vibes,

a kind of unclaimed authenticity

to occur,

with no apparent responsibility

for either of us to assume.

Its failure happens all the time

and goes on

without astutely being noticed.

We are each in a synesthesia state

even before formal sensing grounds it.

I have storylines in my head

that I use to filter out what is possible.

It is a kind of barrier to be overcome

if any real connection is to be made.

It seems we all possess some system

in that way.

When I look back

at amazing beings in my life,

it was always incidental and unsuspected.

It was people who answered questions

I didn’t know I was capable of asking.

I became a larger me

out of the connections.

What I take for granted,

dies within me.

What I reach out for,

grows me richly.

Cross-sensing others blesses me

with venues.

I give freely from where

I don’t know I have, but do.

Wisdom is a lot like that

when shared.

I have nothing more to say in words.

That would be a fall back position,

away from our gaining trust in life . . .