i want everyone to be the medium.
everyone: the peace-bringer.
beings of light, its all the same light.
beings of love.
caught in a steady stream.
no one leads the way.
every living creature
is the prime example
of the perfect specimen.
to graze the edge of
beings of love
leaves lines etched
long and low
into the soul.
and the soul is
all we've ever had
and all that we have left.
speak and listen through the distance
to close in on learnings of love.
we may never be nearer to perfect
as we are when we are near.