I do not wish, really, to discuss
I do not wish to analyze, or debate
Or even exchange stories in wordy wonder waltzes
These are fine, but no
What I desire
What I hope
What I feel in my love is that you
You
You may know this too
And for yourself see
And feel
In grace, taste the sweet degrees of freedom
Space
And with a knowing smile, sit with me
Cease to stew and be
Between us both
An embrace by God, or Gods, and Goddesses decree
Of love, kindness,
Empathy
And what's more
A wholeness and a unity.
Let's be.
I am.
I am ready.
So you see,
Cease by silent stillness of your enervating wastes of energies
Abate your great attempted escapes from what is and is and yet in mind it shouldn't be.
Surrender. Yes. Say yes. Say yes and yes to this and that and bric-a-brac
Each an opening to something new
Each a teacher, sitting silently in reach of truth
And pitter patter of your laughs
A loving arabesque
A sagely serviced
Lasting practice
To outlast.
To undress.
To set aside the knife point traumas of your past
And leave your daggers drawn upon the floor
In sidewalk chalk motifs.
And leave the morrow for its own marrow to espouse
It's not there anyway.
You.
Yes you.
Sit with me.
And let us not talk.
But listen.
And love.
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