Confluences of emotion and imagination Experience that is it's own reason for being Seeming to be an actual cherishing of feelings which lead to you to wonder if you can live there "There", and yet there is no pinpointing where The further reaches which sustain and yet are never quite apprehended So desirable that you have no wish to worry about belief There is no vulnerability there, regardless of the Darwinian drifts and circumstances of your life Optimism comprehensive because not analyzed For other and not dependent upon others A de ja vu sense of family with certain strangers, lovers and friends Shifts within moments that would whisper if they could that problems are thought before had A 'faith' that will not be trapped and diluted by "faith" Thought which is dancing emotion Somehow I wish to say that there is a natural confidence in a quickening Feeling a feeling and moving your thoughts before they can die in rest Though, I must admit, I think entrance as 'being there' required running a gauntlet of one's devils and working through vast and various hidden opinions Somehow allowing an outflow to outpace an input And willing to be a fool, if there were to be another as breathless and (2) free in a given moment One way or another it just does not matter The joy is simply in realizing that you are somehow open This borrowed time is mine... Perhaps yours in the same way that the future was said to be seeable by looking into a well by looking a in a mirror...?