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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

you and I 6/20/12

Where were we then

when we were comparing

our past experiences,

in summaries of

each other's anecdotes?

Simmering towards

unknown romance,

deep within the struggle

to climb through each other

towards the mystery

presumed as self?

Does nostalgia ever transcend

its feet of clay and look up

instead of back?

There we were burning memories

in front of each other's face,

page by page,

to keep the light going,

to keep the reflection aglow,

driving us with charged cameos,

remembered and warmly so.

Would I be lost to myself

for not understanding

all these implications?

Would I be no good for you

if this is how I question now?

Are we both winding down,

tallying dramas against serenities,

blames against injustices?

Have I carried a sacred torch

and you embraced a faceless spirit?

Do I carry your embrace

of a faceless spirit

and do you embrace

my carrying a sacred torch?

From all these metaphors,

are we lessons to expose

and represent to the other,

riddles to be stripped away?

Are we that method of sacred silence

in the other’s presence

that can kibbutz yet reflect forth

energetic truth over time?

Are we monks of invisibility

to each other,

sharing the same

dispositional confinement of space

by combing each other's aura

within the same shared breath?

Are we force fed to the passion

in each other's nature?

Do we hide as being separate

yet mentors to the share of soul?

Did we make rubbings and pressings

of all that we are

to look beyond the evidence

for a faintness of spirit presenting?

Why, to have a mind for it all

and pawn everything

for another empty moment's

shared full embrace?

Seeking source is this painful stand.

There have been flashes and visions

but we honestly stepped over

everything of notice

for this shared empty fullness.

Maybe this all is a slow dance

as the death of disclosure,

a death of all we know

and possibly have cared for,

a death in deed

of purpose and doing,

maybe even a death

for the separateness

of you and I . . .

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