Poem. Mind-Speak.

My mind-speak reached for his mind-speak I did it how I learned from Teacher many years ago By calling to his mind-mouth At first my calling was soft and passionless But then I came breathlessly in rushing waves of whispers I pleaded to him in fear and neediness As the final note released… I listened But he wasn’t there How can he not be there? I puzzled A moment’s pause Maybe he’s dead? Maybe he’s married and therefore forbidden to me? A moment’s silence How can he not be there? A moment’s confusion Maybe he is no longer worthy of mind-speak?

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