in meditation i am
in you
i am in you i am free
in this i am whole
and disappear into
a nameless white page....
to convince me that
freedom stilts carried
us whole would be to
time my death and
afterwards ; tell me i'm still
breathing.
it would be like her without
her. me without living your stillness.
sojourn here in truths and water
inside these dry words.
you brought me back to
him.
