To lose my
Self, Ego, I, Me
and see —
See you for all you are
And was and can be,
Being to Being
Forgetting myself and opening
The windows for the breeze
To pass through
Without dirty window panes
To obfuscate the view
Of vessels, jars, broken pottery
And chipped clay with enough
Cracks to see
You
YOU ARE READING
after eden
Poetrywhere i write a poem (almost) every day in a 3 x 5 notebook with twenty-three pages.
