prior to knowing
is the certainty
of not knowing
the assure-ity of my destiny
waiting –
I am born to love
to complete fullness
in a way that my taste buds recognise
in a way the touch of a hongi persists
for life times and I sense it again
before we have a chance to meet
there is certainty
of our love that spun through me
and all I can do is wait
for the recognition
to settle in my mind
(it’s already in my heart)
and when we do meet
I’m not throwing out lines of introductions
but something more akin to fish hooks
you know me
if only our words can exchange
this vast idea
of a timeless heart
in polite conversation
who ARE you?
has never been such a big question
when the recognition of our self occurs
~
thank you my timeless one
for being so iridescently you
and shining out the light of all home-comings
I love you
in amongst all the unknowing
this is my certainty
