Encounter

In the pure moment suspended as the streaming through of truth trickling in clarity, permeating through clinging debris and adhering particles of clouding obscuring otherness, gathers itself: that moment - that immediacy where beingness shines unadulterated, when the drop forms tense, full, rounded, just before it slips off the edge shattering its quivering fullness in fluid surrender - that moment is when I meet you most meaningfully being most me and meeting most you. All else is not true.