me to we

because we are
ever inside
the eternal dance
that is us,

you and i
exist within
one another's poems,

color filled moments
of creation,

with perhaps
a few dark clouds
needing thunderclap
rains of release
in order to
move forward.

so, before even
one more moment
passes into memory,

i desire
to first invite
the grace
of your forgiving heart,

if any poem
or request
that arrived
from me
to your ears,

or into
your experience
of any kind,

ever caused you
to see, hear,
or feel me
inauthentic
in any way.

ever.

both my seeing
and my love
of you
know no bounds.

boundless as
the soft splash
of dolphins
into sea,

limitless as
the wisdom
arriving from
mountains' forever horizon,

timeless as
a celestial sky
filled with whales' songs,

an eternal
heart language
sung on the warmth
of sun,

waves and particles
bent to this moment,

remembered.

unlimited,
eternal,
free.

it's just that
in moments,

incomplete thoughts
produce broken poems,

or hesitancy,

or withdrawal.

perhaps because
the opportunities
created and allowed
for sharing
the authentic ones
were sometimes rare,

all too often
fleeting,
at best.

this,
i know,
was me.

my request
to you
is to receive
as powerfully
as you give,

because
this ofcourseness
life
i so desire
and choose

desires authentic poems
into existence.

no other version
allows for
the real
from within,

eternal grace
sought
until become,

my very soul
naked,
beautifully exposed,
completely at stake.

this too
is known
and chosen.

and offered back
in mirrored glass
antiquity,

instead of merely
dismissing
past moments'
reflection.

whispered poems
still floating
on wings
of today's winds,

uncleared,
broken.

so, instead of
boomeranging
into too practiced
an inauthentic response,

and instead of
dumbing down
the poem
to dismiss
as not possibly
wearable,

i choose instead
intended request.

Self awareness.

Self honesty.

Self responsibility.

my authentic becoming,
become me.

this is our time
to rise
from the ashes
of the phoenix song,

to this poem
called life,

fully alive,

ready,
willing,
able

to be the us
we've arrived
to be
and become.

because no moment,
in any shape,
size,
or form,

exists without
mirrored reflection.

when thought
is offered,

you are that,
you are.

i am that,
i am.

any inauthentic response
dies on the vine
of uninspired wine.

our soul
simply
no longer thirsts
for distraction.

in the reflection
of our life,

every reflection,

every poem
spoken
and received,

serves only
to give you
back to you,

me to me,

us to we.

let us learn
to get more
and more comfortable
with the fires
of self awareness

as reflected
in every moment
we are.

because we truly are
every moment
we are.

no exceptions.

this is the space
this poet
has again
arrived to,

no longer running
from Self

to cause
loss of joy
or love

holding on tightly
to all that is
most important.

this eternal moment,

as never before,

all that was,
is,
and shall ever be,

my purpose,
my promise,
my every poem,
my very being,

all i know
as who
i really am,

is the magnetic
pulse beat
of my core.

deeper still
lay my ever existing
now choice,

this life
i live,

as is.

fully chosen,

ever thankful for,

gratitude
become me,

my truest source
of certainty
i've ever known.

you,
as is,

known
and yet still
unknown
to me,

gift
of immeasurable
possibility.

thank you
for fresh listening
and renewed seeing,
integrated being
and becoming

as you are
willing
and able.

i offer same
in return
and reflection.

Àṣẹ.

sk

~ PoetSK™