Localization is both my
prism and my prison.
One
side of my brain, much like my legs,
is
more active, one metphorically,
much
longer, than the other
and
so my life is also walking in mental circles.
Everything
I am looking for,
winds
up being recovery of a lost mitten
from
earlier in my life.
Recognition
without language or account
is
my lost family, I am looking for.
Playmates
share in the same breath with me.
We
make friends out of mutual curiosity.
When
our heartbeats are in sync
that
takes us outside of time.
Sometimes
thoughts of or from another
are
stronger
than
any physical embrace could accomplish.
The
deeper I see into your being, your spirit,
the
further from within myself
I
am looking out from to see.
We
go back.
I
can’t explain.
We
are without history, without memories,
yet
also without soul divide.
I
have a name for you.
I
can’t pronounce it
but
I know what it means.
It
doesn’t appear as a word
but as an uplifting environment.
It is so familiar to me that at times,
when I am in it, my self-love appears
as even obvious to me
and I thank you for sharing.
You
use to be a knock at the door
I
would answer.
Now
you come on with my next breath,
as
an inner warmth, as a conversation
yet
without topic or need for words.
The
last real time we spoke
was
some five years ago or so.
We
are a next out loud sentence away from
no
time has passed,
in
our seamless unending inner conversation.
I
have so many ways of falling into you,
I
am both surprised and blessed to be here
ever
falling forward and feeling invited.
So,
why the wonder?
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