What Is That Space?

What is that space, just in front of our face,
within our grasp, where answers ask,
what is there, that dissolves the air?

These questions only lead our mind on a journey to find
something to drink from the imaginary link
to those in synch on the brink of a destiny we can't see.

What is that space, that holds our gaze,
just in front of us, in an infinite embrace of us,
in a universe dissolve of time where memories rhyme
all that was and that yet unseen and everything in-between
fantasy and reality where the unbound are set free?

What is that place just beyond our personal space,
where we sometimes misplace more than a nucleus

of our thoughts fermenting them ‘til it rots?

For those of you who don't have a clue,
its that which can't be seen if you knew what I mean.
It's a perspective of only a few, of a world view,
outside our head but not in the land of the living dead.

It is like being a culture of one, isolated in your fun,
in two places at once, close by and in the distance.

If there is a dissension in the question,
of more than the contention of our different intention
then I simply ask, those of you wearing a mask,
remove it for just a minute.
Now, what is that space, birthed in a sacred place,
beyond our taste and reflected in each face?
So, what is your haste?

If life is to precious to waste
can't you see more than empty space?

Again, what is that space?

©WRM