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

protection against,

“it won’t be enough”  “it won’t last”

I’m faulty

Wondrous, Enchanting,

Loathsome.

Welcome skin,

Skin i’m in.

Remember it’s porous,

So love can get in.