Star Skin: Breath

 

Star Skin: Breath

 

There are only threads i follow, no fully formed piece. Each heart song we are is being threaded moment by moment along our star skin. Who stands to see the loom that fills the majestic expanding room? Am I, or are you one particular thread for one particular length? Do we submerge

and surface according to some magical formulae? If I could narrate this tapestry I’d tell the only story I seem to see. The one where here and there have no hold, the one where the beauty is all. The one where the beauty is all.

 

There are two sides to this skin - nubbed and flaked to begin, gossamer in the end. If you could tell me where I began It might shed some light on where I am right now. I am not sure it matters though, as we are held hammock style- a pulse here and there. Your voice breaks my heart as it makes me thin as silks and slippery to my own name- i come unwound with you.

 

It was surprising that I never saw how big it was before. I have to remember when your voice is quiet or you are far away that there is no point A to B, no progression to applaud, no summit to conquer. In our star skin there is no space, or distance or sound, only the wholeness of the one breath. It’s hard to not forget with all the banners going round. Forgive me my love, it’s hard to not want what you want right now. I will wait without waiting, dream without dreaming and be without being anything for you. It just is. We are. Star Skin.