Seamlessness

The seamlessess of life is not a future view
of ethereal cords and binding.
Its trails are your trails.
Your steps are its life.

Without turning each tight focus
into an object assured,
the edge of you and the edge of me,
slide together across a thin stream of light.

Your hand weaves across my view,
and the trees sway to the musical wind.
The name library provides a string of sounds.
Be attuned to the inner words.

It believes it is the label, then not.
At once the noticing is on top and the scene is amused.
Bring forth every laughter or sorrow before this audience.
No lines will be erased.

The play will go on and it may or may not,
be replayed in another day or town.
The seer enjoys the play
without begging for more.