In Anticipation Of August 12th Poem by Richard Weissman

Once, in a land of hot days and cool eves,
We met.
Walked through graveyards in whispered tones, until...
Flesh touched and essences shuddered in electric vibe indescribable with voice.
And we knew,
As still we know,
That the greater dream (from which we cannot yet awaken) ,
Would be shared - From that day until this day.
Until that day when we two are reduced by one,
And that one again walks through graveyards in whispered tones,
Chanting,
"Tadyatha, Om gate gate paragate para samgate bodhi soha"
And then that one,
Reduced by one,
Slips back to a land of hot days and cool eves,
Where again,
One meets one,
As I becomes we,
Until again,
Tense changes,
We met.