Jami Sieber Mandlovu Mind
Suddenly, I am on single mind extended across. An unknown geography. Imprinted, as if by a river, on the moment, her mind held in unison by a large, great, tribe. Meandering in reverent concert among trees, feasting on leaves. One great eye reflecting blue from the turn inward, toward the hidden sky. I am drawn forward by the lattice, a web of inaudible sound, throwing and gliding on the pathways we remember. I am, (I am), We are, (we are), who can distinguish us, a gathering of souls hulking and muddied, large enough. (If there is a purpose), to carry the accumulated joy of centuries. Walking within each other's particular knowing and delight. This is our grace, to be a note, in the exact core that animates creation. An ocean of mind, moving, forward and back, forward and back, outside of an emotion contained within it. This is particle and wave, how simple, the merest conversation between us, becoming the essential drone, into which we, gladly disappear, a common music. A singular heavy tread, ceaselessly, carving a path, for the waters tumbling invisibly, beneath. I have always wanted to be with them, with you, so...
