Weaving and Un-weaving

Is there any perspective in which these ever can be separate?

Oh.

There is no answer.


There is only heart

And heart beat

Inseparable

Everlastingly

Destiny Manifest

How did you come to find me?
How did I come to find you?
How did impulsive calls and uncertain responses,
anxious consultations with this screen
set up the field of resonance
that has now engulfed us both?
And others too.

To speak of an external agency would seem a book-keeping convenience,
a false accounting
to disguise the immensity of unknowable, ungraspable powers
which, devoid of origin,
operate ceaselessly with no reference point
even of their own,

And moving in supreme indifference,
like the winds that move unceasingly through silent space,
produce the momentary universes of stars,
mountains, turbulent seas,
clouds, may-flies, dust, cities, selves

To which luminous, omnivorous, all consuming splendour
we can but bow down,
humbly, proudly, ardently,
as true love takes us.