Today I was going through my note books looking for some reference material, and I found I poem I wrote in 2015. I want to share it with you…
If only my damaged body knew
that equality means, same for me, same for you.
Same for every-body-every-living-thing,
enough to go round, enough to sink in.
Enough for all, complete , intact, enending
Ego- mind, not knowing that.
Shut up like shutters, nothing can get past
“it won’t be enough” “it won’t last”
Skin i’m in.
Remember it’s porous,
So love can get in.