Small gesture
forever changed
eternity.

each breath leaves its mark on the wind
words trip off many, many tongues
licking the air with love and hate
wars of silence between once friends
like solid walls of 'off limits' signs
written in unforgiving pain
minds say what lips cannot and ears
no longer hear sweet refrain
each breath leaves a scar on the wind
hot fire of love or hate
its always the same, friends one day
and the next, dire enemies.

light finds me in darkness
as love is made most real
in the depths of my depravity
where love seeks me out.

In constant flux we fluidly touch
all across the spaces
time zones generations ancestral wombs
we meet and depart meet and depart
still feeling the vibrations
a rain cloud, a Sunburst, the song of the Raven
war cry and peacemakers vying for a hearing
poets caught in the river of sound
singing for a moments listening
and then welded into the great silence, silent.

To be rapt in wonder at another
complete forgetfulness of the self.
Yes! this is the me I search for
this is an eternal plane-
on which all essence eternal breathes.

Your goodwill sent on an eternal path
-touched all hearts ever made
one thought in a universe of pain
-healed so much in its simple way
all those rippled ponds
-the gentle creation of a world of love
from the carpenters sweat working wood
-to hanging on the wood of the cross.