Something flows through us
I do not know what
I form little nets
To catch some dew
As it passes by
She flows through my fingertips
And doesnt like inhibition
But sensitivity
And dialogue
She flirtily abides
Keep the direction pointed outward
Resist the tendency to resist
(Isnt it always negate yourself out of the negative?)
And from here hopefully we find some flow
I wonder if this too is how we are to live our lives
In harmonious balance with the interlocking forces of all
Directed outwards
and inwards to dialogue
To feel the interstices
But not to the point of falling back into solidifying the pushback
Can we have courage to be sensitive
to a face too magnificent to behold
And do not confuse a temporary turn away from this depth
With its disappearance
God has mercy
Both in offering omnipresence and respite from our sensitivity to it
And do not confuse the darkness in this cavern of the belly
With the shadow forms that it contains
Becasue its power encompasses and transcends what the mind can comprehend
So we sit in enchoes of knowingness
Resonating from time immemorial