Friend of different endless form

It’s because your empty
And because you’re not;
Because the rustling and crackling
Announces around your corner,
Noone
Who wants a thing from me.

The meeting of glances
In that other space
Two different beings of endless forms
And yet united in shared puzzlement
At the oddity of our mutual singular existence.
And I wonder what you wonder about my wondering.

Becoming whole
Is decidedly not about solving anything;
Is about playing the strings of experience -
A violin in the middle of an oceanic orchestra;
The melody of existence.
All that is, all that was, all that ever will be.

I’ve come to listen to your song, dear friend