with an inhalation
as unified breath,
we join the tide
the past encircles
the still periphery,
a bare exquisite tracing
of the circumference of being,
fading the lines of space and time.
of touch brings us
to the edge of the sublime flow,
a singularity of heart, seed sown.
is a translucent word
that never had the need to be derived.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Thank you to Bonnita Roy for the inspiration.