Everything is intertwined,

my love…

.

.

The sound of the bees,

as the light breaks

over

the desert plains.

.

.

Each being, dreaming

and being

dreamed.

.

.

Everything is intermeshed,

my love.

.

.

The wind that cools

and

the fragrance

of the dry leaves

in my hands.

.

.

Rock and blood.

Becoming lost,

again and again…

.

.

Losing the path

and finding it

so close behind me.

.

.

Blessed by the night,

and

the generosity

of the ones

around me.

.

.

Everything is entangled,

my love.

.

.

The sweet sound

of the tiny feathered

love morsels.

They dance

and nurture.

And when they come close,

I know,

I am being loved.

.

.

Everything is connected,

my love.

Each little lizard becoming

a grand rock.

Each chola, singing to me

in a great chorus.

We sing the same song.

.

.

All these forms,

created

millions of years ago

and we

the fortunate guests.

.

.

Falling into our clay pots

now,

below the ground.

The past laid there,

as we whisper into the ether,

opening our hands

and our hearts.

.

.

Yes,

Everything,

everything is intertwined,

my love.

.

Everything is intertwined.