The Distance

The Distance


Measure
the distance between
the stars
in the night sky
and me.
You will find
and feel
that so much is
the bittersweet joy
that fills
the space between
us.



Measure
the distance between
two souls,
the earth
and the sky.
One they cannot be
but cannot do
without the other.
The space between--
the very essence
of their existence.
The harmony.



We are like
the ever-teasing clouds'
softness
and the earth's resolute
firmness--
different forms,
one we cannot be.
Yet the earth
evolved from clouds
and the clouds to
rocks of ice
on earth.



Invisibleness
of a life greater
we could discover
shrouded by clouds
of the visible.
Like heavenly bodies
that hide by day
and shine by night.
Our truest form
like ancient stars,
we do not see
by day.



Souls of old
they say
become constellations,
among dust
of eternity
they stay--
studs of immortality
on the bosom
of heaven
they become.
Those souls
we could be.


But on earth
we are.
And we shall be
the leaf
and the breeze, for now,
one against the other--
different forms,
one purpose--together,
season after season
creating and executing
life, dying and living,
again and again.



Measure
the distance between;
you and I;
see and feel
the depth in
the space between.
Could we live
without this vastness
to feel the breeze
and flutter the leaves?
Let the space be.
Different, together, we.