I
have wandered in from nowhere thoughts
to
intimate flutterings and an embracing hush.
We
are conversing without words yet within.
We
are of all ears to a silent fountain pouring.
These
skins of ours are wrapped in rhapsody.
The
stale air transforms into morning lightness.
This
is all understood, as there is no beginning.
What
is expansive goes on without mention.
Dimensions
huddle into a clandestine wisdom.
They
lean against us, as if to impress.
Our
secret garden now has all eyes upon us.
We
are of cellular smiles entirely withstanding.
The
one breath is what we constantly sipped.
All
of the nouns in our lives are forgiven.
Memories
have succumb to joy of movement.
That
which had surface now laughs with us.
What
questions we had have disrobed.
How
we come to be one has no particulars.
We
gave up the feasting on movies in the mind.
Where
we were a herd, we did stampede.
The
past now leaves a taste for the open sky.
I
can’t look at you without becoming.
And
I wandered in from nowhere thoughts . . .
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