how oh how oh how can I communicate the ineffable

can I give clues,

can my poetry be a treasure map,

each line,

every stanza,

a puzzle piece?

can I give the reader a scent to follow,

can I lead the reader to the same epiphany,

found independently?

can my poetry be a formula,

a recipe,

ingredients listed,

but up to you

to combine?

can I lead you to the water?

will you drink?

what if I told you that the water

was the center of your being?

what if I told you the water of life

resides in your heart?

how can I communicate

this bliss

that simply is…

that in my heart,

ever-available,

is a paradise

is a love of all loves,

that I am in love with the whole of creation,

that I want to buy flowers for every human being,

that I want to write a love song for every creature,

every soul,

every beating heart,

that ever was

is

or will be

how can I explain that

I have truly fallen in love

Enamored

by creation itself

that my daily rendezvous

with my secret lover

is digging my feet into the sand

hands in the dirt

sunbathing

moon-gazing

small talk with a cashier

how can I explain the butterflies

of watching the sun set

…

I have a crush on existence itself

Do you think she likes me back?