Wish for the flowing
The guiding principle
Flourishing wildly
Over stones and through reeds.
Look for the budding
The guide, the gift
Expressing itself
Throughout, within.
Feel as it builds
Coming about
Not lost in abundance
Welcomed as one.
Our passion was another passion
– Passion of instincts.
We didn’t ask each other how our days were
Or ask of our parent’s health,
Though important they were and are,
We embraced deeply
Without words to jumble.
We groped muscles
And found strings that spoke ten thousand whispers
Moving and emancipating
Tolerating and giving.
Our passion was another passion
That left our souls exposed
In clear air we shared.
We communicated with our hands, eyes,
We left no expression left un-expressed
No connection left un-connected
No moment left un-momented
Until at long last
We became one.