An Intimacy Without Desire

It comes out of the blue,
This fleeting instant when we see in the eyes of others,
Ourselves.

That in the blink of an eye,
We share an experience of release and detachment,
An intimacy without desire.
A moment when uncertainty and turmoil vanish.

That in this space,
Behind closed eyes, falling inward,
We free ourselves from all division and incoherence,
And that it’s enough to be present, together,
In the words of T.S. Eliot,
“At the still point of the turning world.”

Connected to it all.