Insight of the Gods

Our minds were

locked in quiet,

trusting depth.

Side by campfire side

we moved spacial

objects in a flow of use.

There was an

unspoken of

comprehension ~

a florentine of

A mandala moving.

The gods and goddesses

of many arms

had blessed us

in the understanding

Of the meaning of their ways.

We were One of each other

as a boon of the gods

in the insight of being.