Far, far away,
in a galaxy unknown to mortals,
a thought creased infinity.
Its balance conspired destinies,
never too distant, indestructable.
Physicality beckoned, the senses
simply tools to create the experience,
sharing safety blankets on retreat.
Pushing, pulling, taking the pulse
suffusing life's basket fresh.
sampling fruit of taste and texture,
always remembering, storing.
One is one, but oh how the senses confound,
manipulate into ownership and fear,
but we know, always know,
beyond passionate intimacy of now and then,
the one waits patiently,
laughing at our conundrums today,
infinity, one is one is ALWAYS one...