- Books, Literature, and Writing
If you were with me I would cry
And I wouldn't care what you thought.
Isn't it great to lose the bartering
To be naked
To flow with whatever seems...whatever...
To let the moment dictate how you act.
To not have a plan,a goal,a destination.
Does this river even have an end?
In the deepest most hidden parts of us
Where no others ever go.
I flow with you.
A molecule in a stream of moving water
A planet rotates,
A flower grows toward the Sun.
The energy moves despite thoughts
In the deep place...where life moves.
When spirits touch, only for an instant.
Can't change it or undo it.
Can't look away and lie.
You can't make the process into an equation.
You can't rationalize it or explain it.
Somewhere I can feel you moving.
If I listen closely,I can hear silence.
I'm an electron in a tube of Pink neon.
A blob of hemoglobin being sucked by your tongue,
An exploding seed in a cigarette.