A blue black light stood
All around us like a lynch mob,
Holding smiles instead of pitchforks.
You didn't know it, but there we were. I was back in my backyard,
Talking with my old friends. You could see them
And smell them
And hear me talking with them,
But you just hung back and observed.
You watched me rough their skin with my smooth palm
And internally balked as I skipped in giant sized steps
Through their dead, shed needles.
If I could have I would have kissed your hand there
And pressed it to my forehead.
Your thoughts all intermingled with mine.
We were trees for the briefest of moments and I never wanted to leave.
Making not love, but truth.
----- this is what making truth feels like:
-------------- (and remember, this is REAL)
You were the bottom of the sea and I am sediment.
We both inhabit the entire earth because land is land
An infinite circle.
I settled on you after a long time of being disrupted by currents
And being sucked in an spat out by various creatures.
Here I come, can you see? Shut your eyes, ocean's end.
I have found my way by pure accident to your deepest nook,
To lay for a while in the cold dark calm of your hidden imagination.
While I am here and focused on you, nothing can intrude.
The dark means there are no expectations.
We can only find our way by feeling how I have fallen on your unknown contours.
The unseen is truthful because only our imagination knows it. Verification seems irrelevant.
The only products of our union are trust and enlightenment;
Dreaming the same dreams
And caring for an others' soul
As if it were your own.
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