In a visual culture

In a visual culture,

we share what we can see

by where our attention goes.

In an auditory situation,

we hear what can be heard

by imagining that listen

is the task at hand.

In a touching encounter,

we feel for the nurturance

coming forth

from where touch

appears to occur.

In an eye to eye,

we let the light

share the beam

in wide eyes

towards an empty fullness.

In an instance,

we allow the timelessness

to seep in,

breaking down

the supposed boundaries

of our false precision.

In an inner voice,

there comes the affinity

of at least a familiarity

of tone,

if not even including topic

and conclusion

yet not without

the potential entrapment

from our assumptions

that always go as unmentioned.

Our creativity is freedom

coming forth in connectivity,

forming before sunrise

and after sunset.

In a visual culture

all of this

is floating-sinking,

is vying-settling,

attuned

yet still wistful

and randomly all available,

as if this all

comes with a handle

and our experience

was only the grasping

at what already is

in heart

if not also in hand . . .