observing

mind me not

for i am but a bird on this bough

set here to sing my song

and learn

from the earth

and creation

of what more there is to sing

by being here, experiencing you,

i hold no part of your story in place

i am not here to reinforce your pattern

but to drink of its essence

which will then emerge from me as a new song

one more sound in a universal melody

and your story will go on into oblivion

as if there had never been a

"me"

"watching" 

"you"

for in truth, there has not been

but our essences

by communing

will be re-woven

into the tapestry of which we are all one thread

to hold the context for what comes next

and the mythology of what has already been.