i run from my pain
only to turn around
and run into it
again and again
and again
life is a mirror
fractures of self
illuminated
in the reflection of all
that surrounds me
all that is rejected will
be before me
infinitely
until i learn to
truly see
what lies behind
the behind
the behind
the teacher sits behind
many masks
many circumstances
many people
many places
many things
love will take
whatever form
it must
to weave the spirit
back together
to find wholeness
again
my devotion is to see
yes, to trust the altar
that brings forth the
forgotten pieces
in the discomfort
of what it is
to be human
in and around
me.
