Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The Point of Weightlessness

This was the palette with which I drew you.
I mapped your heart and soul.
And in this endeavor I learned something better,
And you had gained much more.

The Mind! The Mind!
Oh, ever such a thing,
With passion you forged this bridge.
And, in your boundless curiosity,
You had crossed the lines of reality
Passing on crescent wings.

Oh, perception is the lie that holds them down!
These red blurs danced in the vision of sweet memory.
Out of place, Out of mind, Drink up toward that sky
Where truth is a matter of being!

And in that moment where I'll see your face light with joy,
Our fingers will lace to form the point of weightlessness,
Where time and space will never touch,
And we will laugh at their transparent delusions.