Some certain kind of poem

As mother says to daughter, you are a part of me

I too say to you who I am loving
That you are a part of me
And yes, it is true in a way that you are not me
For if we were the same
Then you and I would not get so impatient with each other on those dreary days
When we forget the differences within us

We are learning how to be many things
To wear many hats
And to live in many ways
But the greatest challenge of all
Is to become so overwhelmed by our countless aspects
That we learn it is better to forget our self entirely
And, as you know, I don’t mean half heartedly
But fully trustingly

Our language backwards
“Let go of yourself"
Sounds like a dangerous thing

Hard to see, partial self release
Harmful to you
Makes me feel sorry

Thank you for showing me.

When I trust that we can’t possibly both be this plurality and who I once thought
So definite
So fixed
So trapped and unchanging

We become so lovingly desperate
To see reality
Not as you or me
Or somehow struggling to see simultaneously

Just to the farthest my eyes and your ears can take us
To the distant and tiniest possibility
Blurring into focus
From the magisterial eternity contained within my disoriented boundaries