Breathe

Breathe in that silent light
that shines upon the surface
of all the mindless excess
in life that we delve into.

We repeat to one another
to just be:

in the present moment,
in the wonderful moment,
in the moment of reflection.

But finding ourselves confined
To the life offering sun
In a scissor cut day dream,
We all sleep outside and around
of what en~Light~ens the
here and now.

We enlist ourselves to exist
Among the lines of
Waking reverie where
Two paths merge at one location.
A destination for a surge
Of laughter and tears,
And it would appear
That there is no other place
For a singular love,
Split by Perception's scissor
Into the breathing beings
Of you and me.

So for one moment,
To relieve ourselves of the stress
That, more or less, exists
In our color covered reality,
we can find shade and harmony
In our Other.
Know that there is little left to be discovered
But the same truth of love
Left once more to be uncovered
Breath and Breathe again.

Bre-e-e-e-eathe as the scissor of time
Cuts along the line,
Creating our separate paths
That meet within passion and rhyme.