I Sit

I Sit,

In a collection of connected flesh!

Made upright by a pile of bones,

Enfolded by a sack called skin.

I sit surrounded by mystery.

In beauty, I sit.

I sit in the knowing and not knowing.

Both seeing and blind, I sit.

I sit in search,

And searching I sit.

I sit and sit,

Till the “I” is no longer.

Till there’s nothing

But the Pure & Divine.


Nov 19, 2018