Space is
everywhere–
between our organs,
our minds,
our Souls,
Ourselves.
Already,
We breathe it,
It’s there.
We sweat it,
it’s there.
We cry, silent or loud,
It surrounds us.
We don’t need
to seek it ,
no need
to take it out.
Forward or back,
in its surge
and flow,
It’s message is
simply:
Trust.
Allow all past
to go.
We cannot arrange it.
We cannot refuse it,
or
Order its place.
Constant:
it’s a piece of us.
(A living Peace, inside us.)
Around
and above us.
No need
to fear
the close
polished mirror,
or
its darkling
face.
No need to fear Reaching;
nor Yearning;
nor any Love , at all,
ever,
in its
Wake.
Let if flow,
and pull us,
whatever the naysayers say.
It is
Space,
already.
Surrounding
and
rocking us.
It is
no mistake.