photographed by:
Alfredo Rico
   The Kingdom Within
 
 
 
Crosspaths
 

We instinctively find the soul -
our beings communicating

in silence because it is all
there is for when He caused you - I.

I have never by far traveled
to greater heights than this moment,

this finitely palpable sphere
the illustrious pundits call

Earth, for lack of more cryptic name -
no reason beyond nothingness.

Perchance we meet in different plane
outside of the rim of cyberspace,

something you and I already
know, taking leave of passages.

We can not even want to try
to live the profusion of lives

of the others waiting in line
for the simple reason being -

we have yet to begin living
again, in constant state of flux.

There is something in emptiness,
something that continues to move

backward where existence began,
you and I can not counter it.

Soon I shall have to say goodbye,
language sadly limits my thoughts.

But let us not lose the essence
of the space we share here in the

now there is, of words left unsaid,
of things undone - time held captive.

Tomorrow has yet to make amends
for the past we don’t remember.

So until we cross paths again,
God willing we shall reminisce.


 
 
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