Wanting to be in a room, with people
Without speaking
To feel their light on my closed eyelids
To share their warmth
Caressing the back of my hand
As it holds the arm of this chair
To sit unmoved, except by the ineffable Dao
And from that place of stillness, to travel
Beyond the chatter and delusion of words
To the place where the human well springs
To be in a room, with people
