Happiness with life.
Equal with the longings.
The concrete.
We lived with it surrounding our Space
as if it were the natural landscape.
It eviscerates.
Creates space for the mingling.
Word-evading surrender
I flow into gratefulness.
Met with the longing that has
its own elemental weight.
After falling down the Space,
the particles of each mix.
They become what we breath.
Surprised to find them filling the same lungs. At the same time.
Would we know if either were fully satisfied?
Or would that be the end of the life?
© jillosburn 2016
Equal with the longings.
The concrete.
We lived with it surrounding our Space
as if it were the natural landscape.
It eviscerates.
Creates space for the mingling.
Word-evading surrender
I flow into gratefulness.
Met with the longing that has
its own elemental weight.
After falling down the Space,
the particles of each mix.
They become what we breath.
Surprised to find them filling the same lungs. At the same time.
Would we know if either were fully satisfied?
Or would that be the end of the life?
© jillosburn 2016