Sometimes we must open words like unexpected gifts, unwrapping them with reverence and honor gently removing their layers ever so gingerly, ******* their meanings with utmost care so as not to disturb them as they sleep tiptoeing through the house barefoot in a gentle, sacred dance letting each tiny wisp of meaning caress our cells in white, feathery seedlings that shimmy in the wind Other times we must let each letter kiss the air around us in a frantic whizzing and imprint itself upon our hearts as they beat Personally, I prefer to just sit still upon the sand, right where tide licks my feet in between that mystical space where ebb meets flow in perfect, utter silence Then, in meditation stance, fingers curved up, I am ready for that liquid receiving letting the waves of verse and rhyme wash right over me my very molecules taking them in, salty sweet in most delicious fusion as abundance and the convulsion of ecstasy whisper my name