foreign eyes internal love
the thread of your robes
bringing together
the source you hold
and the lives you encompass

what is this hesitation?
is time not so precious
as to give yourself to others
and let them rip and tear
with words and intention

do you take the hook?

where is that wild yes
in pain so great you cry
uncontrollable imagination
unclear lethargy apathy
voracious appetite desire
bliss beauty that shivers sushumna

is yes to approve-accept
or become-transform-assimilate
breath all in
breath all out
so precious all these things
full and empty

there is a motion of spontaneity
driven by intimate intuition
and the space time in-between
if you perceive it
you are already too late

just let it be