Word spill out
across the paper
with dexterity and polarity
they meander and wander this time
of now is so fleeting
its presence so eternal
that existential panic
of continual renewal
which part of the tide
do you ride
the depression
or the exhalation
feel the poles along the divided
make time for yourself
to experience the all
the Open eternal meandering now
we feel it around us we know
we are at that pulsation
this gentle eternal vibration permeates
through every soul in every entity
at every level of being
beyond the nothing
the only all
where they are one in the same
where there is no divided
for we are all divine
therefore interwoven into
the tapestry of humanity.
All is one.
Just be.
