Strands of Self

Threads of energy weave like
nerve fibers in an expanse of cloth.
They glow, soft white in a rhythm,
pulsing to the ebb and flow
of these many human souls.
Dim and bright, then dim again.
Luminous as a live and pumping heart,
that hums with blood and life,
vibrating in vivid colors
that change with each intended meaning
sent from nerve to nerve—
first red, then blue, yellow, green, orange.
These are the hues that tether,
binding our spirits to the whole
of an altogether greater unknown.
I feel what you feel—
see what flows into your eyes and,
transient, out your mind.
Likewise, you for me.
Love is all, and I am full—
you know—you feel:
Love is all.

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