before time, i slip into your breathing as mirrors reflect my side of our body; my cool river pours into your now serene lake guiding me to the folds of your mind. drift to your sky, float amongst your thoughts, touching them as they unfold. tumble in the surf of serenity slip me to your soul, oh god! slip me to your soul so that i may witness it greeting mine in exquisite tongues unheard creating a new language. chimes touch as light opens and the union begins: two become one yet two remain; breath breathing, inhaling, holding as the blue swallow is complete. rest in the peace of the most divine. quiet, still, observe the nature, feel her pulse undulate pulling and uniting; joining, imprinting, bodies disappear inside the other and rise on the other side of water. cool liquid spills over and down birthing an eternal garden. flowers, such beautiful flowers, replace limbs. watch them cleave and twine so very urgently yet gracefully. where does one end, the other begin as we unfold, unfold onto the aching soul-petals of the other? `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 16nov03
