Who (and with Whom) May Glimpse Eternal Magnificence of the Whole?

“Invisibly Yours…”

Not answers, but doorways—
and thus, far more.

Not unlike plums and pines
on old Chinese silks—
where each tree: a window,

veiled in silence,
and so smoothed
into a swan-white field,
a page of light spread thin—

or a face that closes
at the touch:

a brief glimpse—deeply pressed,
a passing nearness,

until, brushing
one another’s oneness,

in that single flash
recovered—uncovered—

both in
and out of time.