Seeing Innocence Through A Lifetime of Experience

So seeing you experiment with your feelings

is like realizing dust is beautiful

the right light hits,

oh shit.

It’s magic hour

whether or not the magic is happening.

Fidelity, a point of view

pleasurable and unmediated

aliveness doing directly in the nervous system

Space, nothing more than a square

a pixel that frames the unity of everything,

a tear that is an ocean,

the acknowledged rigor of feeling surveys something attentive

yet in retrospect

diligently small. Pleasureable in the affectionate scrutiny

that the outside world will never know

of looking so hard you see nothing

Then looking so hard you see it all.