Miiu*

After all these years
Trying to master where I end and others begin
To discover
That we are all One
And somehow know
That these are not in contradiction

That while all the tsuris
I go through
Truly is between me and me
To watching you reveal razorslices of your pain
Among the ocean of wild beauty that marinates you

And know that you and I are the same
Sure, my soul recognizes yours, Namaste, and all
But more than that
I feel you me, bringing it round again
As the fingers of one hand
Touch those
of the other

*Shalom in Tongva/Ajachmen

Yes, this is for you