Salvation of Self as Other

When sun and moon no longer distinguishes day from night,
the weary mind holds no regards in bringing forth delight

It is the most uplifting of feelings
to have been able to meet you
You see, when two meet on a path
they present to the other, their half;
every claim, every fault, every breath

You may not remember everything
that is or have been spoken
It may even be concluded that
not a single word was proclaimed
But thoughts do confer
a transmission for sure
Dimensions of experience
are broader than the senses

Take hate and anger for example,
are they not felt across war torn trenches
consuming thoughts of humanity’s kinship
What about love and compassion,
do these not travel even greater distances
healing the weariest of man’s sickness

The effects are transactional
a yin yang spiral invoking harmony
a current of ebb and fluidity
the meeting of self in the other
My chi revolving unperturbed
inspired to dance in your presence
My existence deems rather meaningless
less another self receives in reciprocity
to persist in the delusion as my-self
there will always be you as the other

my god, my salvation

— Dry Monkey