in some rural cultures you wear a face mask
backside of your head because you seldom
know when a tiger is about.
borne without limits you live
in-between face and unseen.
joy is no limit, nor loneliness;
intention is no limit, nor fear;
tenderness is no limit, nor serenity.
the true nature of a thing is
in everything you don’t see of it.
each kiss forgiven its mark.
joy is what’s to be.