Find a comfortable place sitting down or lying down.
It is the end of the day and it's time to unwind and unravel your mind.
Empty the day into a cream saucer.
India ink on a page.
The windings coil upon each other.
A rainbow multiplies in a ball of yarn.
Unravel.
Unwind.
Salvage only the wild unbroken yearnings.
Feed the roots on your way.
Your legendary lineage in the soil,
In the breath,
In the air,
In the branches that guide delicately trembling leaves.
The wind ushers a circumferential music.
This great current intertwined within the coming seasons,
Unifying the previous epics as one.
Yesterday conjoined with whispers of tomorrow.
Spaces in between.
Stone steps on a golden lake.
A drop of rain in your hand.
On your tender cheek.
The day courts the night,
Evening her muse.
A thin blue veil of mist and moonlight.
Twilight ties the curtains on a sandy stage of stories told.
Of winter evenings warm and cold.
Where abiding edges smoothly fold.
The ebb and the flow of the tangential tides.
The soft curves of each gentle ocean wave.
Every smooth wave of white sand on the beach.
We are mirrors of each other.
We are infinite,
You and I.
Heads turn slowly,
Side to side.
The stars jet across the sky,
Traversing the day.
We arrive delicately upon your shore.
A stillness within the wind's seaborne route.
Your fingertips flutter upon the golden rim pages of our lives.
Oscillations of a flickering candle's flame.
Honey's mellifluous song.
The supple and the quivering messages unfold.
As the scent,
As a dream.
As an articulation detected many years ago.
Little ears absorb and imbibe it all.
Something familiar.
Fledglings in white,
Children at play.
In dance,
In movement.
A circle pioneers a figure eight.
A dance grows as their shapes propagate,
Appearing,
Glissading.
An inexhaustible aperture opens.
The expanse of Milky Way.
Suddenly we are one.
Jumping synapses generating bliss.
Remembering your father's statuesque fingers pointing out the constellations for the first time.
He seemed to invite the stars to dance.
The memory remembers magical beginnings,
As if he conducted these luminaries.
Like musicians in a symphony.
Like puppets on twinkling strings.
A magnificent proclamation.
This presentation that is youth.
Youth on a grand stage of ether.
For you alone.
An animated celestial fable eternalized.
Breathe to life.
After all we have seen come and go.
After all that has changed.
And all that has remained in our hands.
We are but an enchanted story.
Forever heightening the verse.
A godsend gift of memory prevailing and enduring just beneath our skin.
