The Impermanence of 6' 4"

Your responses are different

I say my piece and expect your reply

I think I know our path, I find out I’m two steps ahead

Fearcasting the future

Saying the things I say to get love

We’re going left, you went right

There’s ease, but I’m on my toes

Thrown off in a delightful way, the unexpected feels like home

You’re walking a path and your light is shining, I like being in its warmth.

Though you say it’s a dim glow, it’s brighter than you think,

Like the glow of the rising sun; warm, kind, unyielding.

Not too bright, not too direct. I can hold its gaze without having to look away.

A kind glow, a gentle beckoning without request, demand, or expectation.

Expansive and persistent, it flows from depths beyond.

Pure, honest inquiry, a willingness to go toward the horizon, north or south; the only parameter is time.

Moment to moment strung together with no agenda

The magic of the unexpected, the willingness to say yes, the generosity of acceptance, the courage to push the boundaries of comfort, and the gift of a true experience, spoken into space

Something beautiful, perhaps best left unsaid, but the devastation of being mute is the worst kind: unsaid, unseen, uncelebrated

The deepest feeling, the dynamic, whole experience of feeling articulated into a handful of words, like the delicate sound of crystals tinkling in the breeze.

Little love kisses of sound, quiet, with a half-smile, a knowing from deep down.

Alas, beings are never stagnant, souls never sound, what once was present is naught to be found.