I reach
My hand swirls
Throws my mental pearls
To the vat of the world

Mix it
This time it’s it
The perfect dish
Our delish

Your eyes
My words
Your feeling
Our meaning

The wind begins with trees
No trees, no sound

Only movement

No whispers

Life begins with me
No me, no you
Only thoughts
No words

My mind, our trees
With sound, with you
Always moving
Pleasant whispers

Our ephemeral reality
It wisps like smoke in the wind
As glowing sparks from a campfire
Swirling to darkness

In the light
Through the grey
Around the corners
Beyond the fog

Above all skies
Below its guise
Outside our minds
Inside our souls

Is war and chaos a ruse?
A clever entanglement?
A quantum message from another universe
A wall of serious happenings bent on compelling us to deliver ourselves to the frontlines of dramatic engagement?

A friend;
That’s who we are.
Gently by the star,
sailing in the wind.

We feel hands intertwined as one.
Then find the universe
embracing our sun.

Guiding ourselves
letting go themselves
loving our tales
we release the scales.