I Do Not Know Who You Are

[Guest guest]

I too, wish to lay the gauntletdown down so down it doesn't knowmy

hand, my face, my makingmade made so made in imageof You You You …

and I do not know who you areYou Are I do not Know You

Know You Know Youno, not even in the friendship-slipped in

handshakenor in the face to face elationof Loving so well.I do not

know You well enough to stay waylaid this waymy Baby Baby

baby steps, they say ... baby stepssteady the gait, the fate, the

beratednessof staying with this tamasic tempo'd tempestof angstand

angerand argument upon the very Lawn of Lifelit-up with our own known

and hidden well,strife and discord, and more.I wish to want towill do

will doand am I am I am

I am standing here

nova-naked and contrition riddenbecause of You You because I looked at

Youtoo closely morosely verbosely.I boasted about in shouts

and side-ways slipping-insof a deadly shining shiv…..I live with

this.Given this moment of atonement,what more to say to do to think

to beto blink back tears of such a telling nature?

In the nomenclature of things and beingsI'm a clever creature of bad

habitsof pulling rabbits out of hats that long-gone long agowent

empty limp and sent away in this display of Heart;sent to the

second-hand storesof standers lookers gawkersand hawkers

of our wear and tear down in Tao …And now?Now I lay me up to speakI

swear my thoughts to always keepinside the cleft, the trench, the

breaching

of the deepest sea of grief

reaching its depthsof level-delving never selling out

another brother sister mother father friend, again …Amends are madeand

playing out about and inside thisThis our perfect Loving life,and yet

and yet and yet again

I still find I weepand cryand die a thousand timesthat you and Ihave

come to this.Kiss and make nice, I sigh to me,and be and ride the

Light of Mind.I am inclined to die before I say another wordof hurt.

 

 

Love & Peace,

 

Mazie