Just this side 

 

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One thought or the other, a single micro motion

or the whole almost invisible separation just this side of there

 

a line so fine so infinite, mind, eye, heart cannot find it even

in sunlight, nor see the synaptic discharge of creation vibrate on it

 

if you can think it you’ve missed the stop, the line, the gate,

a close encounter with the truth, we might call it death

 

creation has no name, a breath simply settled along the separation

just this side of there, an electric shock in life’s kinesis

 

we like sharp corners true, clear lines, defining moments

straight talk, we like it hard and fast and sure

 

oh, but that line, an ephemeral exhale of conception’s twilight,

a breeze of bird’s wing high above breathable air

 

that defining quality between here and there, where i am and not

where tomorrow and yesterday are wrapped in embrace

 

just this side of that gate is where we live for now, spoken into being

until we find ourselves whispered onto the other side of now

 

a line so fine, it pulses imperceptible forever

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Copyright © Sharon Lopez Mooney, “of earth”, originally published in Alchemy and Miracles Anthology, ed. Cassandra Arnold, Gilbert and Hall Press, Calgary, Canada 2023