mutual meditation

within a private place (still remaining in some parts of the world)

where little phone cameras do not dwell

held in the air to capture all things large & small

for the quick viral fix a la facefuck & twatter,

conversation may still be possible

in which two individuals fed up with the utter bluster of this colossal

clusterfuck

that we all call home,

can be pressed out to the sides of reality

like whomever may be the strongest man alive

with all his upper arm strength

attempting to wield pressure to both sides of collapsing walls

falling in on himself---

when the neon lights are dimmed &

candles at best light our way

we can still speak together

if we honestly want to &

come to terms with truths & fictions,

wonders & stories

which have illuminated our own individual experiences &

when whipped together with another

make for epics to be

passed on

passed on

passed on &

passed on further

until the moment when the flame is blown out

when peace comes to us all

regardless of the lives that we have led

regardless of the vultures looming around all of our heads

regardless of anything that might want us to be something other

than what it is that we are,

to speak softly in mutual meditation,

in mutual pondering,

here & now,

brings delightful discussion &

a better knowing of ourselves---

delight in the excitement.