breath of soul 3/12/20

every breath out 

says goodbye forever.

that intimacy is spent

into the wonderment of open air.

that creative process

produces no substantive result.

but vessels of energetics signatured

are dispersed for others to co-mingle with.

for where we are all of unknown zest,

there is a kind of etheric embrace.

guaranteed without notice

as a need for immediate response.

what connections made these 

that travel on indifferently, in the wind (?),

until the chime-tone matches.

carriers of coherence beyond belief.

a maze-works mystery unfolding,

as we breath.

sure, maybe it is auric or topic launched 

or voice tone that cracks the spiritual sound barrier 

into self as witness,

as self as wonder,

as self, more implicitly realized.

if so, breath will honor by embrace

as a great inner sea of feel 

gains towards encompassment. 

then, to be sent upon its way,

to offer a boundary-less composure.

you may sense it as a presence

but it lives and dies within each breath.

for our breath is personal oars 

upon the reality of waters.

each stroke only surface-touching

the lake of the collective within as below. 

fear of drowning as a separate self

keeps us apparently alive

but boat-bound in the surfacing that adores.

for breath is not the gills of god

and we seem just, in the religion of swim.

which we also take as us to float.

at least we dance cheek to cheek.

I can feel the body heat of soul,

as the breathes of enjoyment 

that come and go . . .