Though there have been many distraction
The sound of silence once more reveals herself
And I once again hear the wind beckon me
It is the sound of eternal movement
forever being still
such Grace, such Effulgence
it awakens itself within our hearts
and once stirred, nothing is ever the same again.
This sound, this space, this presence within me,
it calls upon me, as if of itself
it teaches and directs me,
restores me; as one of her own
That sound, it lets me feel my blood; feel my heart beat
and within me I can see my relatives;
see my ancestors.
And within me I can see you.
I can see our cells, dancing the dance of love;
forever just one moment away from catching up with each other
where upon the slightest touch would create such emotion,
the world would melt before our eyes,
and all the mystery of the universe would stand with us,
revealed and untainted, just to be known.
And this, as the Earth crumbles in anticipation,
would heave open all the space between lovers,
to let everybody see
just what was here this whole time.
-Miguel Antonio, circa 2008
