I do not claim these thoughts
they dance into view
from beginningless
endless space.
I cannot call them mine
they are simply vibrations
to which I respond.
Sometimes I collect them
bring them close
place them in my shopping bag
hold them dearly
as if they are uniquely mine.
Yet I cannot claim them
mercury-like they slip out of reach
floating on the breeze
to a new receiver.
We are radios
finely tuned to pick up
certain frequencies.
Retune, retune
choose which vibrations to accept
and which to let float on by.
They are merely whispers on the wind
echoing from beginningless
endless space.
Retune
to hear silence speaking
to hear elemental hearts pounding
with life’s rhythm.
To call them thoughts
reduces the power of a mighty
cascade into a single drop.
To call them mine
reduces the energy of a
thunderstorm to a mere atom.
I cannot claim these thoughts
these words
dancing into view from
beginningless, endless space
they are the quiet calling
of your own essence
like meeting like.
© 2 May 20
