May I stay here forever
in this perfect place of peace with you --
the sacred space between in breath and out,
the final coming home,
timeless moment before the need
for anything has risen,
Buddha enjoying his late afternoon nap
with no one around
to extract any meaning from it.

First, there is a breath,
and then, there is a second.

This is how I begin my
long walk with you by the water's edge,
cool white sand beneath both our feet.

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at June 21, 2008 11:41 AM

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