off world

there's a sense you'll be along
after testing cynical belief
perhaps waiting as no rose grown
maybe crying you're beyond white
not knowing you've been unclear

some squabble yet concerns you
many words cause consternation
that too many will follow and leave
you behind the wrong way ahead
hold still they'll come back around

the world's never journeyed from
you may step aside allowing it
to spin without your truth
until it seems to orbit you as
if it leaves no one alone

and when it returns you
may see why it has become
as if it is because you created

inhaving held

within's many ways when if
without's some other then two
beyonds are more as if one's
touch may hold within without
yet reach forever without within

on earth

The presence of Diane on this page got me thinking about E.E.Cummings. In one of his poems he says that "love's function is to fabricate unknownness". To me this means to be open to the wonder of another, but also to attempt to continually create wonders for others. Still, what creates and why? On earth, we've defined love until it's near extinction. So I think that what creates is the unknown and love does not exist until it's fabricated. And I equate the unknown with soul. Soul's function is to commune with itself, despite the form of the body which limits soul's reach. Then love is the conditional definition of the soul in communion.

So it might be better to say that soul's function is to fabricate love. In that way the unknown, the undefined, and the unconditional become manifest as people love each other. On earth, the blockage at the body's form tends to reduce the awareness we may have of soul's function. So;

worldly particles as waves
break one way's dream an other's
a dream of mind's fluid
sharing ways to follow flow
from suspension's belief
in fear's angry frustration
toward soul's function unbound
(or will you have if I will
have,fallen safe to form,less)
then have you will if I have
will from communions unknown

benefit

before sense begins
(in these silent atmospheres-
a notion of future response
impacts a forward reaching
-for beings so irresolute-
with pasts' considerations
-have you seen your sense-
given to what may become
-of how softly light speaks)
of cui bono realities

were waiting

there was a separate scale
of knowing there we don't
speak of it so much as see
amidst its not believing

the questions never end
as you the scale playing
as if feeling empathies
which may not be answered

I never wanted to go alone
and there finding I didn't
became known by the wait
outstripping its impatience

my hand on her door becomes
her ardent curiosity
and then mine avid also
as we shyly kindly reach

into our nature improbably
seen not believed we are
faithful that what will be
us touches what is us now

if once i

know myself a moment
that's absent of hope
or frustration and sense
the world without magic
protecting my redoubt
and in that moment stop
creating it and love
it for what it isn't,
then surely you'll walk
in a light of innocence

(outstretched)

here we have met and married briefly until we left us fearing what we weren't seeming to be split our hearts in five		here we feel like we perhaps shaped our love somehow felt far more aware of each other than distance or time allows us to maybe
	here we love remembering why we always felt we could, enlaced fifty fingers, twenty which never let go and always wouldn't have
here we decide to playfully part to see if we can by no known means, but eternity to search, find each other again		here we were looking at possibility considering probability parsing conditionality dreaming uncreation deciding to abide

blush

as she's just looked away
'cause she's lost herself
in other intention's command,
yet she had intuited
how physics about you pertain
with its attention's demand
when cells exhausted sighs
of insight from body memory
in moments unpantheoned,
sublated, recalled as most,
as sought, as needed, as found
her cells responded shimmer's cry

yes, while no one now's wiser

Ah

Ah well.

kaivalila

to reach this beyond
and feel its sadness
effortlessly kind
and endlessly waiting

for a rawness of self
that's as humanly honest
as the sadness is vast
and willing to question

is a moment no wish
can bring this is not
uncaring coldness in
ice bound heart this

has shoulders heaving
as hands hold face
to the knowledge
there must be free will
and the notion to live
as if there is love