Between each word, what happens in the mind? br what moves from hearing, seeing, through the worlds br of thought; emotion; both perhaps enjoined; br what depth of silent stillness may unfurl? br br It's strange: as writer, when the words are set, br I find myself in some quite other place, br where writer, reader, hearer, truly meet; br like talk that's punctuated by deep peace. br br For me, each comma, semi-colon, dash, br or bracket, or long colon's pause, or stop, br are moments when our minds may truly match; br communication perfect in that gap: br br the punctuated moment, truth may find; br between each word, meet unity in mind.