Just a Tourist
liminal in between
The torn rice paper of my mind â¦.
it's holes allow for a vision of stars in a windy night sky.
Once I knew so much.
Now, I don't know much of anything.
Between here and there â¦.
the advent of love.
The unreason of love is not hindered by because or wherefore, it does not know knowledge but sees â without eyes, without language, without make believe â¦.
sees directly - as it is.
Between words and their meaningsâ¦â¦ a pregnancy of silence where knowledge becomes knowing and every âthing' is forgotten in the luminous in between.
That is where we love and meet â in that liminal in-between.