nos alive

I think I imagined it as a song, while at a music festival a few years ago, when we begun.

Your fingertips are tracing
shivers down my spine,
bless your mind.

People are sitting quietly in the sun
drifting in the song that has just begun,
docile and curious of what they’ll find.

The rays keep on reflecting from the sound
bouncing up and down on the ground,
We’re jumping leaps, skipping beats
and making Mary-go-rounds.

The lesser the space – the friendlier the face
in which you accidentally bump:
a smile, a hello, a bow and maybe a pirouette
because it’s wiser like that. 
And we all know that’s a fact,
ready to pledge our oath –
pinky promise and kiss a goat.

late, longer fortune non-cookie

This comes as an addition to the previous, older post, my fortune non-cookies – from some time 2013

It’s often important, before you dish someone or something, to be patient to “see how things unfold”, but that doesn’t mean being distant and not caring or continuing your part to the unfolding – it doesn’t mean that you’re not part of/ not affecting the unfolding. Though it’s not necessarily mandatory that you’re part of it, if it came to be said – you probably are.