You kept me up last night
Talking about what I could say
That you could say that would convince me,
And we thought of this:
I think about how to convince myself,
What I need to complete the picture in my head.
They draw the other way,
From what they believe this week, for
As long as they can present a face, for
As long as they can maintain illusion,
In a world of fleeting magic.
They do not see in the same direction,
From the magical to here,
As they stretch for whence we came.
What would convince me?
I was content to wait for death when you came around,
Content to know I’d waited, until you came around,
Content to live in perpetual aloneness, and then
You came around.
I maintained myself in a reasonable
Stance of readiness, enabled enough
I could recover lost function,
When the bell went off.
It’s terrifying to admit it takes complete surrender of self to be free of the worry
About what surrender of self means.
This karmic outcome is the rarest event:
I invite you to colonize my mind, to
Take me over, as a
Fully conscious unconditionally cooperating fully receptive object you manipulate.
I expect to hear the exact same from you.
Fully conscious across the karmic layers.
Fully cooperative in every methodology.
Fully receptive in every sense.
We’re the same size inside.
That’s the story, the Jane Austen novel of our lives:
The best fit is the inside fit, and I
fit in you as you fit in me,
Across the dimensions of logic, attachment, love and lust.
jomi: playing with perception 