Ispired by a quote from a friend:
How much this flesh holds onto
what revelations curse through sinew and microbes
then in an instant
and then we forget, to feel first.
the flesh hides gracefully
heart to soul
soul to heart
a ‘knowing’ that
seems to take refuge in unused scenarios
sliced fresh with such pungent conclusions
one needs an
acquired taste for.
Tasting ‘unknowable offerings’ that will lead to ‘known
and so that timing you speak of before the table is set
where conversation of crows and backwater
politics, ‘group conscious’ and lovers never to be,
is over ruled by the scant notion that there is so much
going on now, as we continue to speak
of the yet to come and the what once was.
There is that:
plethora of vitality, inspiration, wonder, love that never declares Itself
is a sign
of the infinite.
inspired once again before I take to the land of dreams.
Thanks so much laughin’ jack marshal that reply really got me going…