Photo taken at Esalen.
If love was a thing we could swim in, we would bathe together in the dream of our own being.
For a flash of a moment we slip into this skin, to feel passion again.
To touch, to linger, to love...
She spoke so softly to me on the astral, it was easy to see without sight,
there was no question of intention or direction,
just being and going with the flow,
But we wanted to put a finger on it, to have a unique print and the precise grip of a warm touch.
There is magic in being separate, in creating connection with effort,
while we can easily swim through and float in the abyss,
the longing will always persist,
to be one, and then unique
to be formed and formless, again.
This journey is the movement through,
and awareness of, the space between,
the space between dreams (the waking and sleeping)
There is a flash of knowing when the mind stops breathing
Body satiated, neither craving nor controlling
If words were things that had meaning we would say we were love and stop breathing.