Every breath
a new beginning
every beat
an end
fresh, fresh, fresh this life
as time is born and bent
In everything it sleeps
In everything it shakes
In everything it weeps
In everything it wakes
In all there is to see
in everyone you know
In all that ever was, and
that which has to go
Here it is
breathing your breath
Carrying life
Beyond birth and death
A million eyes have seen this earth
a million more to come
we’ve seen the rain
on a sun warmed rock
we’ve seen the river flow
A million feet have walked this earth
a million more to come
we felt the soil
damp on our skin
we felt our muscles ache
In passing air and
waves of grief
we know the touch of life
the life that sits here silently
and holds us as we thrive
If we where not
meant to love each other
as part of ourselves
then why are we
at the same place in space and time?
If we where not
inseperable as
organs and limbs
then why would your smile
make my heart pound?
If we where not
essentially whole
then why
is nothing missing?
Tapping fingers
wrinkled foreheads
eyes that look
don’t see
digging ourselves in
scanning others out
war
not just in the headlines
That night
A single point in which
Every time I woke
A million stars where born
How is it that,
what I see
truly wants to be seen?
that what I touch
longs to be known?
that which is still
becomes a friend?
that which is observed
becomes observer?
hands find eachother
caressing nails and cartilage
soft skin
electric currents
hairs on the wrist like
gentle receptors
eyes meet and
for an instand merge
sweetly and spatiously
as the truth they are