Each monumental step
leaves us bleeding into eternity.

Yet, somewhere
in the endless streams of ether 
coalescence becomes us.
We are inextricably bound by energy.

As One becomes All becomes None,
our rivers run in tandem to the shore;
the ocean - the overarching body that is Love.

Then, ever again, in symphony,
amongst the cosmic dance we meet
as streams so small but cutting
throughout space,
the earthly structure of ‘our’ making.
What is it that is “Us” but everything
breaking?

I ask, and you I ask again,
yet you are nowhere but within,
and there I see the race;
the running and the chase,
the end becoming what begins
again in haste.

We are the past
that meets the future.
We are dissolution of events;
readministration of evanescence.

With every fleeting leap
into deeper colors,
and greater, denser things
where the webs become structures,
we meet ourselves as mirrors.

You were a ripple on a pond.
I was a whisper in the breeze.
Such silent happenings,
but so far reaching.