Entanglement

From here to the edge of everything, From there back to an unknowable beginning, All things are in intimate contact. No island isolate, Though the sea be infinite. Superimposed, we ride the light Stretching through the gulfs all around We touch and move one another Caught up in the swarming particle dance. Self extends to other Selves Aloneness made illusion in the end. The lines of lives and loves entwine, Reshaping the past, rebirthing the future. We pass through one another Coming out of nowhere Going towards nowhere Yet always together in a strange Everpresent Drawn into one another's wakes, Themselves a part of the floor of fields that makes the Now In all directions, Sometimes, by design of chance, Two living forces will entangle; Once done, they live the Unity, And they are One, even if the whole breadth of the Universe Should come to stand between. When entanglement is welcomed, Isn't that what love is? When the sum exceeds its parts, Isn't that what love is? When two are born to share time, To shape it to the perfection of their balance, Isn't that what love is? When one can't tell where one leaves off And another begins, And both find that the way things were meant to be, Isn't that what love is? And if it is, Then perhaps, some moment in some eternity, When all the forces have entangled properly, Love will be everything, everywhere And the Ineffable that has patiently waited for this Will smile itself to sleep To begin a new and brighter dream.