A Jewel Between Our Fingers

by Matters of Inquiry

We spoke once, before we
knew language, before we
knew form,

so why
do we now speak
as if passing a jewel between our fingers
in the dark?

In this craft of language, silence, and
awareness that demands unburdening,
warmth exists only

in the space between
Feathers,

Meaning,
in the space between words.

Do not let any stone
make a light game of you.

Bring this jewel of you and me
into the light of
greater absence.

Become a reflection
moving through,

wherever the source.

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