The Poet’s Choice

Between you and me, 

is an axis.

It’s the one the universe pivots on.

But, that energy is already in motion.

There is nothing to do.

I am singing Om Asatomo,

And I am sounding Nam for you,

and it's your face I see,

telling me, 

fly the flock. 

Let go.

An unspoken dance

between the formless and the form, 

I wonder if you even recall, 

Our bodies danced once before, 

but did not touch.

A love affair

that did not begin,

with space to dream into it anything you wish,

the poet’s choice. 

Snapshot

• Om Asatomo is a prayer about going beyond self identification. Nam means self identification. Together they are the dance of whole and seperate self.