Re-Birth

 
 
 
 
 

Re-Birth

 

born 

without name 

to ourselves

 

born of 

 

living green grace

?

 

a process that churns out

stars and frogs

lattes and little fish

breathless in the ocean

 

learning happens

a new pattern

a fresh creation

 

a name

me:she

 

holding to the me

as separate

– as outside this living green grace –

 

starts a pattern

that moves towards rock

in terms of self-knowing

 

holding to the me

as separate

– as outside this living green grace –

 

is a dream of two

and the pattern of hurt arises

 

it isn’t true

that nothing can touch you

bright eyes?

 

check.

where do you end and the world begins?