Belief

—Are we not the open wound?

Sharing in an endless celestial vein

Sensation that cannot be feigned.

Ache! do you not feel the same?

In this streaming empty solitude of day

A single collective conversation-dream,

In abstentia partaken, ever to convene,

Towards mutual silence of self-esteem:

I hold you where you’ve always been

In the center of my imagination,

Where I mentalize your name.

I feel your loss, yet know how

Much we gain.

Wrapped in continuous monologue,

Diverting obstacles with dialogue.

Till we are indeed quite at home

Having already spent this Alone,

Together.

It is how I will expend now forever,

Within thoughts outside my stealth.

Love is what we’ll find for Our Self

In the presence of some one else,

Near death.

I am taking you away with me.

It’s Us, neither big nor small;

We divide, and multiply, and

Always Earth carries us over

Safe inside.

I’ve no illusions of seeing a face,

In some other time or place;

When we come together,

There will simply be

Unempty Space.

Same, as we really are; Synapses in the Mind’s Eye,

Which recreates and re-creates a seamless base for all.

With infinite generosity can any of us this Life decry?

Be comforted in thus Being…We mustn’t grieve…

Truly, seeing how it is that we only Receive!