If heaven exists
beyond the lingering touch of atoms
I imagine we are
in connection with everyone and everything all at once beyond time
or we are in heaven now
Every face,
memory, touch, kindness or split of knowledge is present
All at once we are
listening
The pains, the
wrongs, the regrets, the malice, the evil
Those who spawned
our hatred are encapsulated in an encompassing forgiveness
Released beyond
the tethers of human into the reverberating
Passage that is
Life may merely be
the undulation of our awareness of this potential
In us, around, in
others and exchanging in every atomic ballet
Between plant,
mineral, animal, and plasma there is no message
There is no script
but the dance
For that is what
we are dancers playing roles dressed in empathy and cowardice
Waiting for the
laughter between choosing love or fear
In the illusion of
these bodies piloting cognitive tiers of fish, reptile and primate
For a time as
others have before and others will after
We are waltzing to
the atomic meter
Witnessing God in
the force between the handshakes
Of the atom I was
born with has somehow found its path
To pump the blood in
your heart the day we met
In between so circuitous,
yet there are no coincidences
Only dancing as
our one