With Bated Breath

A change will come

Three hawks soar

In the sky outside my window.

Soon,

Trading the privledge

Of beauty, nature

For something quaint.

But mine.

Do the trees

Speak less often

On a crowded street

Or more acute?

Have I forgotten

How to conjure

From within

When I lack a view?

Merged in

And without

The neighborhood

A spell is broken.

Now, do unto me

As I do unto you.

For the connection

Of all things

Was never severed.

The distance

Not exceeding minute.

Man

Woman

Nonduality.

Ears to see.

Eyes to touch.

To find the bridge?

To be astute.

-VLS