Who Am I
I am not
the one who is named,
the public face of me,
but rather the one
you don’t see.
Pulsing, bright, warm,
eternal, part of
everything.
Both the shadow
and the light.
Breath, and beyond.
I am love.
I am what is left
when everything else
is stripped bare.
What I write
is the bridge
to let the unseen me
out.
I live here,
there,
everywhere.
I’ve always been:
laughter,
a soft yellow,
with eagle eyes
to see beyond
reality