Once a gift is given
to you
what you do with it
is your business
If you learn
from my words
I am
your teacher
If you are served
by my words
I am
your servant
If you are reminded
by my words
I am
your reminder
If you are confused
by my words
I am
your puzzle
If you anger
at my words
I am
your nuisance
If you hate
my words
I am
your enemy
If you are repelled
by my words
I am
your darkness
Whatever your response
I am
honored to be
your idea of me
And what I am
truly
cannot be touched
by you
or me
or anything
What I am
is
what You are
when
everything
drops
What I am
is
what You are
when
nothing
drops
What I am
is You
except
in thinking mind
Meet me, dear one
where the words end
and something else
begins
Meet me, dear one
where nothing separates us
and I am
You
Sunday, August 28, 2011
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:) lovely
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