Every Now and Then

by Richard Tornello

The one in many,
the self in it all,
the self as it is here today, the individual
felling unconnected.
But in reality is part of the whole,
As it is on a greater scale.
Beyond all imagination.
Seen only a curtain pull away
A keyhole look fills the mind beyond
comprehension, realized 4th dimension

This It-Is, we all breathe together.
I feel you; feel we all feel
communicate-touched-instantaneous
knowledge of, non-local quantum weirdness.

I have that memory,
that experience, and I forget it most of this time,

only to stop;
Aha, yes with a laugh of recognition
I recall-remember-fell/felt it back there,
then,
the totality of IT-IS.

Words do it not justice.
I donít know what to call it.