got this livin-in-the-now thing going
on now, he says, though the haunt in his eyes
belies the now; somewhere on the road to
satori we met at a bright crossroads
of seeking, which is really something for
parallel paths. we sat to center and
follow our breath — he his way, and me mine.

my breath moving outward, I trail behind
to watch it encompass eternity,
which is the moment he and I become
aware . . . that separation not-exists.
what truth enlightenment holds, I know
may dwell beyond the reach of this life
I am he is me and one breath is all.

dmpitchford