tears, sweat, and sea salt

i speak of flowers and i speak through them, too. cluster of lily pads silently conversing with the hidden wholeness of my body. when language is not spoken but felt. when the very essence of expression proves itself. when love finds itself between the translucent ripples of my past—the merging of our lives, the collision of multiple realities. ribbons of future arrive at last when presence bestows upon us a sense of belonging.

the past lives in the present, while the future already exists.

vortex of thunderstorms swirl into the death of your orbs; the desire to plunge right into them. to be pulled into the depths of the ocean is to experience the offering of true love. golden hour beaming across the softness of your two cheeks; my favorite passing memory. a divine teacher and student, or perhaps two divine servants serving each other. skin of god rips through my human form as rhythmic beats echo our mutual love song.

the silent breathing of lungs mirror the persistent strength of the heart. when movements of the body quest to unravel sacred memory. ocean ripples and timeline shifts—this is how it all begins. the touch of your hand, the whisper of your soul. this is the birth of connection. fingers running through the lustrous embossing of your bruised knuckles. riveting and hypnotic in nature, this is a form of devotional practice. your immersive reverence to the act of being, and my longing of unearthing the endless roots of your spirit.

What good are borders when we come from the same source? Why the segregation of personhood, the need to categorize our being? Identity travels beyond definition. The essence of a chair; its chairness. The very essence of me. This is experience beyond our perceptible senses. To be free is to breathe as my own. Freedom of the mind, body and soul. Freedom of my spirit, the freedom of my heart—chained to linear illusions of a nonlinear universe. The desire to touch the stars, to taste the fruit of our roots, lingers within. To seek awareness beyond the land. This is experience that breathes through our collective yearn.