Spirits in the ether
mix, though never have they met,
perhaps never will.
Of importance is the moment,
this moment, and every
contact in either or blood, alters.
Spirits in ether, seeming nothingness
touch, move by, and through,
intentful and thoughtful.
The spirit moves about
on particles created through the energy of one soul,
moved to react by having touched the other.
Demonstrations of affections,
endearment, are every bit as real
as those our primitive senses would witness.
All is not made of flesh,
all does not need flesh,
spirit is eternal, sentient.
Spirit makes us players,
in the eternal theatre of this universe
delicately balanced, the good, the bad.
Nothing we do, or intend,
no thoughts, emotions are
In this universe, each spirit
holds the same power, and responsibility
as the hand of the divine.