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.