He spoke to me of something rare. Something beautiful. Like a fragile bird that no one has seen, but in a dream it exists. Deep inside where fragility hides.I wanted to find it. To touch its feathered existence, lightly flying away with each stroke of my hand. Each carried thought drifted like wings on a dove to the place that no one speaks of.

I said something of non-calibre. Something ordinary people wouldn’t say. Nor the learned; those who said with nodding heads that they were scholarly, who would have considered it as not enough; not entranced with an exquisite dance of nature’s words that moved them. Though I knew what I spoke about was not nature in motion but beyond space and kind of the academic mind.

When I was finished my gaze, a place of something larger than space came into face. It rose from the ground where I thought I once stood and led me to a path that was everywhere, though few travelled on it. Someone turned the world upside down and it tumbled into the remains of what I once thought of myself, of others, of things that made up a view of existence. I was so pleased with this reversal it was all I could do to not lose myself in the griefless letting go.

Some say it’s “this way” or “that” but as a true matter of fact, it’s neither. In the dim lit fog of a forgotten time and way, there is nowhere to stay grounded for long. Even a moment passes by as it is but one that’s lost in the trance of forgetfulness. I wanted to tell them how it felt to remember. How it didn’t matter how poetic I now or once was. As the words were simply a song that could do no more than rhyme, though they burst from my prior uninspired self. It wasn’t their delicacy now that mattered. Just the frankness from the heart that beat in tune with its provider. I wasn’t sure if any of this would last or it would come to pass that I didn’t belong in this state of bliss. If this is death, I desired a stay of execution from the illusion of me.