No words

No words

but heart aches

and tongue shakes with anticipation

of saying what has no words.

Plans cross

paths meet

times shared

dreams shared

joy scattered

in fast memories

and yet long

rich with chance and adventure

A bright gem of experience

belongs not to one but to both

inseparable

inextricable

We fuse in time indeleble.

Then time shifts

the fork in the road nears

and joy slopes into longing

the future longing of the bright past

inevitable

Tapestry

A tapestry of earth and water under an ocean of wind. Wind seeps water, water molds earth and springs life, life moves all. Life sprouts out of need for the inevitable, out of will, it is because it can, and for no other motive. Its existence is justified by its entelechy, and just like earth and water, Life's nature is adaptive and aimless. Its achievements project only into its own sphere, and the mountains and the lakes and the rivers and the clouds and the bacteria are no more and no less for the actions we make or the decisions we take, for we are all part of this set of crude, magical elements that we so often mistake as foreign to us.