Dip
Ubud, 12.18
12/19/20241 min read
“These two months
Felt like two years
For me”
They told me
I would like to think
Of time
As no more than an idea
Passing,
As the rain falls
Onto the soft soil
And the spaces in between
The leaves of the palm trees
I don’t know
If it felt like two years
It simply felt like
A journey
Multiple,
Journeys
That intertwines
And converges
In a hug
There is an eternity
In a hug
The feeling of a dynasty
The heart leaps
Perhaps because of desire
Perhaps because of truth
Perhaps because of envy
Envy?
The connection to our roots
Our ancestry
Our dynasties
To touch,
My friend
Is to open again,
The door I shut
No,
The door,
That fear shut
And with it
The pulses of blood
Through the stem of the pine trees
The fresh air
And the ice cold drips of water
That slips into
The space between your muscles
Gliding down
The bones
From your shoulder,
To the tip of your fingers
And rolling off,
From there
Leaving you
With a faint memory
Of it’s passing
Leaving you
A little bit cold
And a little bit thirsty
Not knowing why
Until you see
that the muscles have been squeezed
In search of this water
Blocking its passing
In the hug
Of a kindred soul,
A familiar body,
They opened again
And the water,
Dripped down,
From the space
In between the muscles
Down the shapely corner
Of my eyelids
Down the curved, rounded
cheeks
Onto the smooth marble surface
Making a crisp sound
As it contacts the ground
That reverberates, outwards
Reminding me
To keep the space
Between the muscles,
Open, patiently.
Even if the heart
Yearns for this water
Even as the world
Bows to its essence,
Its pureness,
Its glory.