this is the pallet i’ve been given
stretches towards the four directions
never to the four directions
as that would be a boundary

the only apparent boundary is my starting point, ‘here’
but ‘here’ is locationless, genderless, self-less;
just a label to help me wayfind from now to Now

and these are the pigments on the pallet I’ve been given:
you, and you, and you
and i am the feather pen
dipped into the pigments

arcing and vectoring history and future
into this Present present

cloaked in grace, realizing:
that the pallet and the pigment,
the pen and the person ~
are all just synonyms

for god