Samhain last night
Peering through the veil
Seeking truths
Absolving
Those who believe
In absolutes

Finding

One
Immutable
Fact

The Source is Love

God isn't dead
There never was a god

This idea is anthropomorphic
Navel gazing

Of course
There are no absolutes
This poem
Attempts to capture
A moment
In my spacetime
Relativity

The separations between
time & space
grow a little bigger,
the further I am
from your
face.

Relativity,
lost
with no trace.

everything you do
drips with grace

love bearing no exclusivity
it cannot be
misplaced
Souls intertwined
leaving
little
space
for things
I once called
mine
caught in your arms
there is no race.

Remind me again
where we are...

What is time?
What is space?