transparency

 

how i long for you

 

to enter into space

inconspicuous, unobserved

where expectations wouldn’t be

projected on my screen

 

there’d be no wall

to catch them

 

yet here in this body

somehow screen

and image

become one

though neither one is me

 

although they appear real

and sometimes even i

believing

forget who i am

 

who am i then

what lies behind this me

no thing

that i can see

 

and yet this vast unknown

this dark and endless void

feels pregnant somehow

as a womb

just prior to a birth

 

and i wonder

could it be that image

projected  through

this life’s phenomenon

dissipates

in order to inseminate

some hidden depth in Me

 

could I be receiving

within regions

where I watch

through eyes that love

the beauty of this act

 

then are the screen and image

merely veils

that break

when force of life at long last

penetrates

 

this virgin spirit

that I am

engaged in this lovemaking

and could lovemaking e’er occur

without

this body

that I am

 

and am I both

transparent and opaque

lover and beloved

observer and observed

object to be seen and touched

subject to be felt

 

and is there no wall

in between at all

save this illusion

on the screen

       

transparency 2

transparency 2
 
i yearn to be
transparent
to dwell within this time and space
and be inviolable
 
no object hurled could harm
no nasty blemish noticed
no oppressive fear impede
 
they’d pass right through
my passing through
 
would be without this clinging,
tearing,
heaviness that weighs me down 
 
and i would be
 
so easy
light and
free
 
to wander through these streets
observing life
beholding and embracing all
unseen
unheard
unnoticed
 
and unfelt
oh yes!!
blessed un-feeling
 
perhaps this is the key
to Being
wholly loved
and loving!!
 
this creation of a self
entirely undetectable
utterly invisible
un-palpable
intangible…..
 
 
and yet i wonder
would i miss
the touch
 
 

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