Unquiet

it is like this -
like lotus-flowers opening toward the morning sunlight,
brilliant white surrounding a gem

of pure still water,
like a diamond, exposing the light
for all it is.

it is like this -
yearning for this warmth in the early mists,
clarity half-absorbed, half-evaporated,

among the million lotuses,
two whose names are you and I,
sharing the gem’s root.

it is like this -
our petals, so similar, each shine brilliantly, individual
not without the water which brings us light and life.

this same fluid beats between us
the petals do not define us;
nor does the glistening gem.

it is like this -
What stillness brings to me it brings to you,
what pain brings to you it brings to me,

the very same warmth
that opens us to our unity,
opens us to our solitude.