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.