we are connected independantly
the way in can be found through
the intensity of love
,
though it is not about a lover
.
it can be found through
the essence of art
,
but it is not about the artwork
.
it is not the song that is sung
,
but I am being carried in by the sound
.
bending down to the faucet
cascading warm water over my hands
,
my hands warm across my face
,
sensations draw me into the fullness of being
and the roundness of living
,
like the blossoming of flowers
with no idea of the sun
.