Demarcation Lines

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Or Do We Overlap?

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Is there a demarcation point between lives? Or do we overlap?

There have been times when I knew that I don’t stop at skin. And when I knew that she did not stop at her skin. When we both knew that we had expanded into each other — limitless love, that.

Then at other times, I most certainly cease and desist just at that skin barrier that encases me, at times even farther in, I don’t even reach the surface.

When skin hurts or itches, well, that’s an unsubtle sign: this is where you end pal, and you’d better do something about it — the itch, that is.

Then again, when beautiful music fills me — sneaks in through the ears and dismantles all barriers — then I, in turn, fill the entire room, the house, the block, the zip code, the world, the universe.

But if the skin seems to be a variable barrier, sometimes porous and sometimes dead solid, is there a more basic demarcation line that deploys skin variously from one moment to the next?

Some people’s smiles definitely do not halt at their lips, take the Dalai Lama, for example, his smiles fill lecture halls and even leak out onto lawns and gardens outside, some late running student suddenly cheered by he or she doesn’t know what. Just cheered.

Hatred raise boundaries — solid, solid ones.

Love erases them.

Do they in fact exist?

P.S. If you like what you’ve read here and would like to contribute to the creative motion, as it were, you can do so via PayPal: here.