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love at first sight

eyes meet

cannons are readied

a dance begins

in the clouds,

for this festival,

this notion that the motion

of

love at first sight

is but this,

but this simple encounter of supernovae,

this greeting of leaves on the breeze,

and nothing more;

more than one stream, though,

sings from the meadows of this moment

there is another that offers a different species of reality –

the sighting that is but a rebirth,

a reincarnation,

of love

is not one come of the eyes,

but rather,

of the spirits,

for ‘love at first sight’

implies not the infatuation that is the delight of the sensations,

but rather the humility of bearing witness

to the universe of another,

of seeing ‘you,’

of seeing that you are both everything,

and

no

thing

and that both, together, are both and neither

everything

there are spaces that call our names,

call our time

the burning forest that is felt history,

the exiled bliss that is the present eternity,

the spectacular voyage that is the seafaring future,

and it is near

the precipice we laugh,

for not even the shadows are immune to the warmth

of true love,

and so the company of worries is welcomed,

because togetherness is a home that has enough for everyone,

always

nothing

the water droplets that run down a window in the rain,

how much life they live,

how much they experience,

as they come together,

and come apart,

over,

and over,

again,

picking little bits up,

leaving little bits behind,

marching, steadily,

toward the end,

flying, carelessly,

toward the end,

embracing in the barren shelter of change,

a reaper of the child’s cry,

a cry that is nevertheless heard

by mother,

beauty

a glorious sunset on a field of mangled corpses,

the tale of the wind carrying the ashes,

we see each other,

and we see the end,

of

each

other,

but we hold on to the window,

because purpose has been rendered

without

purpose,

and as emptiness greets us,

we take hands,

we give smiles,

we rest,

for oblivion cannot challenge the metaphysical empire of truth,

of true love,

for they share it,

we share it

-j

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