Pink Plumeria of Zihuatanejo (June 2024)

Formlessness walking

Sensing along the continuum

Disappearing as I go, silkenness engulfing

A quiet sigh as the sinking happens

 

Breath gone

Stillness permeating where once air flowed

Time extends

Breathing will come, I trust

 

The words recede

The space between thoughts elongates

No sense of need to communicate

Pure expression will suffice

 

Sight surrenders

These eyes no longer my own

Blue orbs so willingly cast aside

The completeness of what now perceives, entrancing     

 

The quirked line of his brow

Perfection

The laughter bubbles

As ease subsumes

 

Formless sound crescendos

From the quiet mumblings of my self

The silent sound

All absorbing

 

I stretch wide, a featureless landscape

The inkiness erases everything

Except the merest glimmer

On the swell of emptiness

 

The glimmer explodes

A shower of brilliance

Revealing the sinuous movement

Revealing all the possibilities at once

 

The beauty of a pink plumeria

So touching, tears rise

Warm fluidness softens the world

Only love

 

It all resides here

As me

Me as it

Surging along a petal unfurling