Smile With Your Eyes

Smile with your eyes

and shafts of streaming light

ignite a path before me

through this dense fog

of a dark forest that surrounds.

Gravity plays

upon my middle ears,

a lighter tune.

There are deep struck themes

without surface now present.

The space around us

lacks an abject stance.

The air is cool smooth

yet sizzling unto itself.

Sensing abounds

with anticipation’s fervor.

This expanse as presence

redefining our glow,

for we,

now do not feel back-forged

into existence.

Needs for smallness to survive

have vanished.

All questions answered

before curiosity’s distraction.

For all things

that the dictionary offers

have merged.

Knowledge is like chlorophyll

secretly flourishing in air.

No sense of scale

survives in this cast.

Motion is love

by movement expressed.

At no time

is there interlude.

We could read

the ocean’s life history,

be wet and recline,

with grateful and humbled

as tides of our breath.

It is rapture without contrast.

It is venom without constriction.

It is diamond

in an open-ended

molecular embrace.

There is no retention.

For all of time

is just one . . .

smile with your eyes.