Two realms; one visible, one hidden, so-called realities,
designed by intentions, sustained by opinions & beliefs,
or formed by seeds, water and a warm summer sun. We
scribble an alphabet in the desert sand and speak it for
centuries. It’s a made up universe, like pre-sleep
impulses that result in wandering night dreams. Thoughts
are captured and ridden for years, even lifetimes. We reach out
to the invisible, supplicate our various heroes, invite them to
approach, draw near, & unite. A transmission of mind, a
handshake, or a kiss of lips to waiting skin. This moment,
the point of contact, like a carrot pulled from the black earth,
as two becomes one for an instant, a brief but articulated art.
DB 2009
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