What would happen if your bones
dissolved like salt into water?
Followed by your organs, eyes,
and perfectly coiffed hair?
Finally your skin--any and all reflection of your form
and preferences.
Who would you be?
Could you tell yourself apart from
the light and shadows?
If our
souls were to do all the talking,
without our mouths attached,
what would we say?
As bees hum, so would our centers, vibrating with each other
no boundaries of thy lips or prisons of the mind.
Our souls would speak in the ever changing moment
making ripples in the veils of reality
Like dough being folded into itself, we'd experience expansion by
reinvesting love into our invisible density,
leaving
no need to prove our worthiness to any other
because they would look just the same...
just light and shadows.
Would you even choose to take human form again,
if on the crest of the horizon
each of us could be widows to our pride?
