Difference

In you or me,
I see the dream of my soul come alive.
With breath and touch,
universal expansion compares nothing
to our love. 

We weigh more than light.
Are brighter than the foam of the sea
when the high noon sun
glances off its trough.

To say we are eternal
is enough
to send in me in the dream of your soul
and never wake up.

When your hand locks, and clenches
mine, which is  yours, which is ours,
I feel the many different loves of the world
and my soul turns sour,
becoming jealous of itself.

Although our bodies are real,
physical and tangible,
every moment my soul clings harder
to my collarbone
and calls even harder to yours.

In much the same way
the sky accepted the moon and the sun
soon after it split from the earth,
my love and my reality for you
will continue
long after I have gone from this world.

We have filled the difference.

Gathering Thoughts

When I woke up this morning, I thought of what little time I had and how much of the world I am destined to see. But I remembered reading in “The Miracle of Mindfulness”, by Thich Nhat Hanh, that once time is divided, much of it is lost. So I stand by my body, and recognize I have all the time in the world. And it’s only my thoughts that limit what I am able to see.

Abstract painting. Center form. Half lotus. Yin Yang on left. House in the mountains. Transparent. Zen Garden. Hard to paint rocks. But then again it’s abstract.

She is in New York.

Why is it I feel more comfortable holding a brush than I do when holding a pencil?

We played piano together. Not the greatest tune. But it may have very well been our souls dancing.

5 days, until I return. Still so much to do.

I’m pretty sure no one ever hears me. I talk even more.

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