soul registry

 

there is an intimacy of distance 

expressed without giving ground

or taking an emotional stand.

maybe a sensory without personage.

no bother of intending sent

or in receivership expected.

maybe the conundrum-essence of gravity, 

without the weight felt of embrace.

for that which asks of one's inner self, 

as if no one else is listening.

where all of the world's shadows, 

that fall upon in moment's passing,

are cast from the light-hearted,

from a world of innocent inquiry 

that features no questions to ask.

no furtherance of the past,

just a now, bountiful beyond blindness.

feathering a presence into flight,

that seeks no proof of sky,

no expectancy of landing sights,

hardly a breeze of ascendency.

just an affliction of intimacy,

as an affinity of communion sought.

mediums of connectivity 

that work to release the handouts of self

from that sense of separateness in mind.

a oneness without words for the mind.

but an emotional cohesion of being,

thick in soul registry expressing . . .