Me as I am And you, in part Become ‘we’ in this process. A long conversation that’s intimate, yet paradoxically almost one-sided with respect to content. But I’m not alone in it; You are here, focussed and listening.
I wanted to write prose about this business, but its shape was a poem. Between these lines is where the essence of the meaning lies A space where we sense the sense of it
Our conversation is long indeed and many stories have been told Some have been slow to unravel and are unravelling still Some intertwine in complex patterns And others are shaped into vivid dreams We ride on them and ahead see fate laid out like a corpse Unwinding the shroud we face Death And all the while stare wide-eyed and white faced at our doom and our destiny It’s here you whisper courage and strength into my ear.
This is the journey of a lifetime Who leads and who follows I know not Only the first hesitant step reveals the nature of the second, all else is obscured Magical and mysterious, harsh yet peppered with laughter The treasure found along the way is in the companionship of our shared experience And in me finding the part of myself that I had thought lost
On reflection I needed to have a sense of where I’d been and where I am going Yet I’m still here on the journey And can’t see where it leads As if this were ever possible! But what I notice is that I need ask fewer questions And perhaps that’s an answer of sorts.