meaning spans mystery but
not far enough,
so we are always left
wondering where truth sits,
and where we do.
meanwhile it doesn't go
unnoticed by either of us
that by living the nomadic
lifestyle you never bore
anybody, but then again
where does it end?
layers cannot cover
what is really needed
which is an unfolding,
an opening to the moment.
we try to patch
our ragged bones,
dem jangling bones
and agree
that the minotaurs will
always be hiding,
but as a fear
and not a threat.
when i am with you
we are plunging the divine,
emersing ourselves in
the sheer white light
of our connection.
then when the rapture comes
and it will come
we will drink with
long and gorgeous thirsts,
throw off our burdens
and dance.
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