The feeling swells in me. Life. Pick up the phone please…
On the first ring, maybe, but usually I have to get calm to hear it clearly,
the same as it’s always been to me, a two-way mirror, not a one-way street.
Energies meet and combine to form new fields between, shared realities.
Full of everything and nothing, a space conforming to my every need.
Sad? Be that way but expect a blown kiss to fill your everything.
Send you sailing through the warm winds they bring.
Saline air saturated, pregnant with possibility.
Birthing into existence the most beautiful scenes.
Shared between, near and far, in plane, ship, or car.
Mirrored experience, bridging space and time between,
until everything and nothing coincide and fill the spaces between each.
Hand in hand two peanuts to a shell, energies bound to meet internally.
Joy and love and peace uniting to pronounce their undying loyalty.
Molding my being to form unseen wings that lift me.
Wind is no longer a hindrance but a delivery system into the airwaves.
Time stops, space skips a beat, here on the seat, a seed of existence,
everything freezes as I pass through it, observing, and reforming,
An architect in training, silently rebuilding had mending, light
bending, and curving, never angles and lines for me. Circles to complete.
Back and forth, side to side, each axis a portal to peek through.