my motives
called here to focus on me.
a role to play.
a boundary to protect.
· identity me, I am absolutely...completely entangled onto myself.
this is…the place to:
project our fears, anguish, suffering onto one another
repeatedly meeting our superfluous, striving selves
I see
repeatedly getting trapped in the idea that this is “keeping it real”,
as real as it can be.
when I meet the idea of lacking...one of us is the giver and one of us is the receiver.
when I feel frustrated, why is this a reminder of my contempt?
where I find the space of aloneness, misunderstood, unheard, and here lies demand.
where I feel the nagging grudge, the stolen time, the weakness, the fear….
the all engrossed…me.
silent
My motives shifted.
...called here to us…we are connected, woven, and wrapped – twisted.
One fabric layered and folded; here is one.
generous with our Us-ness,
"you are me and i am you" our melody does the tapping.
one hand
the body dancing.
committed to our service of unity.
our blessing of “so be it”- bestowed us with “so it was and will ever be”.
individually disappearing into the vast grace of...
forever.
…now you will know relief…