And sometimes the rain comes
On winds softly
Waking in midnight hours
And long kisses leading
Into that not sought
But welcome all the same.

All the world’s asleep but I
With eyes wide look about
And move swiftly through
The stillness poking this
And that which a curiosity
I find to be.

In stillness the darkness flows with light shining, shadows ebbing. They walk about, the “myriad small creatures” in their yin-yang. And I accept their probability and possibility and may never have been.

Am
Is
Are
Was
Were
Be
Being
Been

The realization of existence in a specific time and place
within a millisecond and the half count of a breath, a touch, a kiss.
Zen baby and time nor space exists. And flesh on flesh consumes.