Glimpse of a mythic self
Habdur, "the inviting
here and now",
"the space
of invitation",
waits
at the Nexus of Possibilities,
calls
at the Crossroads of Multiverses,
cradles
in the weaving of the Thousand Thousand Ways
we could have lived,

we could yet live.
Here we rest our heads
very near to past selves,
future selves, alternate selves,
mythic selves,
and the veil
is so thin tonight
and my mind so empty
and inviting
I can hear the gentle thoughts
of a happier me
seeping across the threshold.

He is not at all
what I imagined.
He is yet more alive

and more present, and stronger,
because I imagined.