Gliding through spaces
sacred groves of illumination,
translucent mind embracing.

Consensual drifting
these currents of beingness
bringing forth worlds – not through language
but through love and loving
– togetherness nurturing.

The rhythms of this breathing,
– the music that we are –
warm breath
a lick of salt.

Cascading wonderment whispering
. . . whispering . . .

Everything,  Everywhere,
Precious.

[Bowl, hand carved in 1994, by Tarchin, from Zimbabwe serpentine .  Photos by James Mathieson.]