Do you believe in ghosts, holy and haunting?
Touches that reach beyond our constructions of time
Stories uncontained by the arms of history
Presence that spills over, palpable and potent
Beyond our rigid binaries of ends and beginnings
a mysterious fluidity among realms of living.
Lives leave traces among us
Relics summon them without our even asking
A coffee cup. A collar. A mere suggestion of a scent.
Imprints and remnants dance and weep in our midst
Eerie residue in transitions of matter and spirit
There is grief that outlasts death
Horrors untended, still screaming unheard
Love that aches for more time
We mostly move through our days unnoticing and arrogant
until something peculiar animates our senses,
disturbs our illusions of severed connections,
and untidies our certainties of knowing and fact.
A wider web of life ensnares us
sticky and elusive.
Every fragile thread,
weaving a cosmic tapestry,
across planes of existence.
Call it heaven. Call it hell.
To this hallowed tangle, we belong.
m jade kaiser