Tokens

The shavings pile up, the spoons begin to take shape, and I begin to think about the sounds, the energy, the way they will be used over the years... and at one point I have to admit that I caught myself thinking what might be a reason or context or situation or excuse that would have me not give them away... as if they would be something to want to keep... but it was only  for a brief moment and then I sent the thought away towards where all those kinds of thoughts can just float on towards their nothingness... because as with so many things, giving is only the beginning, a release of something that is beyond even that sense of physical "stuff" entering into that space of potential, because the stuff itself is maybe never anything more than a moment in time of a perception of something able to be held long enough to suddenly not hold it... and it might not really even be giving if it is within a mindset of stuff not being there to be held, but only there to be passed on from one moment to the next... like tokens of energetic tendencies that we share among ourselves like whispers, like songs, like looks of reassurance like smiles like a kiss that does not even have to happen but is nice when it does...