That Place*

There is that place

that touch of mind

where hearts and souls and spirits

interweave and intertwine.

What lace work grows unseen

around the edge of conscious fate

where patterned space unfolds

heedless of the killer years.

In some strange sympatico

some blend of time

transcendent of elusive moments

crystallized by man;

A thought arises,

finds itself cast away,

and thereby joins

the unconscious throng

in a celebration of unity

unseen, unknown.