I am still in the think of my story
it’s like going up to some
great learned saint of consciousness
and chanting “I am Love. I am Love”
in the hope that he will see me as Love
only… he sees perfection
he sees the mirror of himself
my desire to be seen
(at all, but specifically in a particular light)
is completely redundant
for when I went up to hug this guru
I didn’t fall apart as some do
I didn’t even quake in ecstasy
(I watched someone shake a kundalini
current just standing in front of him)
no… I feel quiet
and equal
I had an impulse to purr in his ear
but the hug smoothed me into his
neck and there I was, fully embraced
he turned his head slightly
and purred
Perfect
and all I could think, is Yes!
