see how no time has passed
for who we really are?
there are no gaps
for when we apparently next meet.
what kind of medium of connectedness
is this?
in our minds,
we are reading the same lines
yet from apparently different books.
how can that be
and not be distracted by this?
there is this fluidity
behind our selves as outward projections.
our page turn overwhelm, is simultaneous.
the experience of this phenomenon
is with the bystander in each of us.
but we are immeasurably fluid.
no words can say
that which is already heard as passing.
reverence is this composure.
how sacred, has no comparison.
eminent before thoughtful completes.
this had no birth for either of us.
we are out from the oneness womb.
soulmates is for separates meeting.
we are what light there is
that comes through as the one of us . . .
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