You and I

There you are looking for me and here am I looking for you

convinced of our separateness, intuiting our oneness

Do you come here for the words or for the presence?

I come to strengthen the presence through the words

They are means for being

Means of becoming

Connectedness in the threads of meaning

Language is not the independent child of the soul but

the spirit's memory

the longing for unity

giving birth to itself

in the flowering of communication

Each other's words are no different to each other's silences

to be with each other again and again

and again and again

is what we're here for

Reality trickles from our being

hoping to get used to our divided presences

Wondering if we'll be there or if we're already gone

playing hide and seek in the realm of trust

fearing our separateness and final loss

and longing for it to awaken with our death

You there with your silence and

I here with my words

Who of us is in more of a monologue?

Are you the eternal receiver?

A starving child in the milk of words?

Should I love you and feed you like my child?

And give of myself like milk that comes out without effort?

Should you be like a dead child that never grew up?

What makes you think that you must always hide?

What shame is so high that you can't land?

Words are like balls with which children play

and it's from the magic of the game

that the players can draw their experience away

The ball is just an excuse for the oneness

a game of the oneness with its many selves

This game of monologues

is another way of playing

perhaps we need to learn to speak with our selves

before we can actually speak with each other

Let me flow like a river

and die like one if need be

we are a picture of our times

even water can't survive

here is the spirit
but few dare to kindle it

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