Why is it

Why is it


Why is it
the moment I decide to fly
into this pool of grace
with you
In a flick of a tail
and no backward glance
you are gone,
disappearing into the depths
of old familiar fears.

Without goodbye
you loop
into the drowning darkness
of perpetual isolation.

Is there no sustaining
the stunning realization
of peace?
Is there no dwelling place
we can carry between us
that sounds
the one note?

The truth tones eternal
within the Self,
but where does it reside
here in the template
of two?

What song the joining?
What place
the pool of grace?


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