Un-met-ness

I have come

from my un-met-ness

to meet with you

I meet you

and yet stay

in un-met-ness

in doing so

I know and feel

that there is

so much more

and so I wait

as we wait

for us to meet

each other

as if melting

our un-met-ness

would reveal

the truth

not a newness

of truth

but an original sense

of truth

something

that was always

there

but ever so light

a constant

but unidentified

as relating to us

as one

I am repelled

by method

yet compelled

from within

I want

to make this clear

from where

we are clear

and if we do

then

we do not meet

. . .

we just are