May the 1st

a rainy day,

feet draped on the dashboard;

the outside: 

wet, wanting to have rebirth 

that happy wind,

spattering of water

swirling and being — 

whilst you are observing; being

warm inside

oh and there’s someone with you

a quiet loving presence 

calm

just there

[your companion on your adventure; road trip] 

and there’s music,

layers upon layers,

CDs old and new;

a mix of brilliance past and brilliance breakthrough;

spiralling

settling upon the skin a kiss of snow

light

feathery

blissful;

that touch of silver essence

liquid moon melting through tired limbs,

washing over your curves 

and edges 

and through you and outwards:  

this love surrounding you and

your companion;

the peace of journey;

pause, reflection

on the way to a destination 

you’re in no hurry to arrive at;

just present,

here,

this exquisite moment,

not quite you anymore;

just a feeling

of aliveness

without restriction, 

or demands to be this or that;

sometimes words fill up

too 

much 

space

(we speak yet lose our truth)

are we grounded? 

It feels like I’m soaring off

floating

(the words seem to be spoken by the

mechanical me … 

I

am gone) — 

this desire to 

fly,

      fly,

             fly,

to become one with the breeze and the trees:

how their sounds

caress

my skin … 

the sunlight beckons: 

‘Be, Be, Be!’ 

Dissipate. 

let your atoms spread wide,

let everyone feel you:

the dainty dew drop on a toe,

a tear tasted on dry lips,

sucked in, inhaled; 

or the curious drop of water on a hand

(briefly marvelled at, then wiped away) 

Yes — 

let my spirit touch you,

without selfish desire,

just wanting to be connected, 

integrated instead of separate

oh! my soul cries at the beauty of the outside;

the other; the dancing branches of trees;

the soft cycle of nature; 

“April is over, April is over,

There are all kinds of love in the world, 

but never the same love twice.”   [F. Scott Fitzgerald]

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