breathe me

there is this moment. when you think someone just might crack in two. everything they know, their routine, they realize is empty. they realize they just don't quite feel real, like one could push over the cardboard scenery in the background with a gentle shove, the scenery known as their lives. they forgot to feel. like they have been wearing this vinyl body suit, and everything they have touched lacks any kind of connection. that seizing moment, when one is about to crack....there is this realm that opens. and everything overloads their senses, as if smelling a fresh open succulent green field for the first time. this cold subway train of beautiful sensations screaches down into their pink lungs for the first time. they might cry, or scream, or laugh with insanity. their wax eyes, start to appear real and blink with a vivid flash of color...for that brief moment. then reflex kicks in. they shut down. they pull that suit back on, and walk away, glancing back at me, they wonder if that moment truly happened, if I could see that deep, and I stand there startled, everytime.








With
passion pray. With
passion work. With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean
of
God?
"Rumi"