The softness and sweet folds
Of the bliss state, the twin flames
Say it isn't easy, in adjacent stalls
When the veils of separation have been lifted
And you cannot pretend anymore
Your thoughts are not heard
Or that they are your own
Unless the entire field is you
And all are a part of what extends ...
As far as you wanna go —
It's calmer now to nibble hay,
Stare wide-eyed at the passing girls
Who have learned so much already
And are almost ready
To feel their love.
