
Each and every face
we see is its own
countenance.
We are faced
and must face
up to this
fact of facet.
Even the most rugged
Impenetrable Island
has a place.
Beyond that facing,
off standing anchorage,
from which one
may land.
Thence to explore
that scaling from
that you may
hold in your hand,
a single stone,
anothers,
hand.
To the extent of
beholding all,
summit, shore,
shelves, abyssal plains.
Then you feel, know,
the creation held
in you
and all you behold
or, can not see;
that there is nothing
held separate.
That connection is not
even that;
some would have it,
hold it
and keep two, or more,
apart.
No,
it is love,
created indivisible.