Our porous eyes blurring the light
In love with experience a while.
Its shape and touch, how it holds,
Almost as the body does, a mood
For its tempest or the placid day.

How much the water says in the language like
Ourselves that is mostly unsaid.
Mostly resting in the bulk we carry,
The junk left in the garage from other dustings
With other people leaving this and that
Here and there.

We notice a breath here and the moon there and
Feel for the puzzle of their correspondences,
The math of mutuality and pull.
We ring up and talk for some time about left letters and
The séance tingle of when the future ahead
Didn’t know the places now exchanged
As props on the stage.

There is no manager to arrange the next scene.
Minds never quiet encounter bodies as distant and
Extra terrestrial as Titan and Pluto, turning,
Iridium in our diets, dust from China in our lungs.
To make encounter is a kind of lapse we hope;
Not requiring too much skill or energy.
No need for virtue posting or valor signaling.
We hope the meek and humble truly rue the day they become
As the bright savior, loquacious as deed, covered in love,
Forgiven all deeds, universal, timeless, not fooled,
Broken open and composed, all at once
In love with one and everything, the deep one,
Abiding and identical.
Sufficient water.

A deep pour as a deep read as a true feel
As one with our misty eyes meeting,
Our un-truths on full display, as fantasy, as we all know,
Does play a part and why not?
Why not come along,
Not a cult but a process,
Endorsed even by Psychologists,
For the betterment and true humility
Of our work together on the infinite mountain,
The space as the recluse heart or tomb of the mouth
Wherein thinning spirits envy living beings
Their foolishness and pain.