I want,
where wing crosses wind.
and both are wiser in the wisdom of motion.
where sediment meets stream
and they shared their stories in passing.
where leaves over time
are re-leafed on the same tree,
yet compositionally quite differently.
where understanding reunites with all of acumen
and action is praising their song.
where time takes on a dimension of impact
that the breath of now,
becomes poignant in passing.
where thought has no absence of embodiment
and oneness has a certitude of realization.
to be,
for where want has no future
and isness has answered
to all of desire . . .
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