We meet in the middle
intersecting thoughts collide
as star-dust falls
into being
self flowing through
the blue hued moments of silence
we become ever more aware
by simply being
and doing that which comes
naturally from somewhere,
speckled backdrop of worlds beyond
we connect without words
with out need of power
to the right or wrong,
just watching as it all falls away
like molasses slow and thick,
there is greatness in the movement of clouds
and we reach out for that which we see
knowing the illusion is built
on moisture and light we move through
no stopping at the sign
for the emptiness bade us go
like the green light touch
as the sun drips down
splashing into a new day somewhere
other than here,
we feast our eyes upon the heavens
devouring the mystery
we lick our lips sated,
and smile at the abundance
we hold.
