You find it
in the stillness,
in the quiet,
where it,
in turn,
finds you.
And moves you,
to take its hand.
You lose yourself in its current.
Floating now,
drifting,
attuning with the mystery.
It washes over you,
nourishes you,
moves through you,
and – in turn,
from you.
Ah, how fecund of us, it seems we are cross-pollenating amongst each other. Pretty soon there will be no way of distinguishing one from another - Resistance is futile. I too had a case of cross-pollenization with another ILP member recently - 'twas Beowulf’s 2nd Mosaic piece which triggered the genesis of my recent ENTROPIC SOLILOQUY poem.
There are very few people in the world who affect me and are affected by me the way you do and are. Infact I would say there are none. I think this is what is meant by ‘private language’. rainey and liquidangel have a private language.
I’m sad because I cannot share in your private language and I cannot play in your private world. I am sad that others cannot play in our world… I am sad that we unintentionally exclude so many from our world because there is no time. I am sad because rainey is not my brother. I am sad because god doesn’t exist and I am sad because god exists.
This is life, and it’s not meant to make us sad, it’s meant to stretch us beyond ourselves. I am of the opinion that pain is the only way to grow. We have individual connections for reasons that we don’t always understand. Ultimately the way I see it is that we can’t see all of ourselves in one other. We need all others.