as the spirit of you
I would ask,
what in the world
has made you of resistant persistence?
confounded, doubling over on itself,
as if an unrealizable realization
in the profound,
that looks back with candor and guile,
with chin up
as if facing a mirror of itself
to be viewed.
lips moving to part,
as if a remark will come
with the next out-breath pour.
something spoken in recognition tones
yet self within self
has never heard it said directly,
as if face to face.
a remark that will shake the beingness
to the core.
words spoken, so strikingly
as if never previously revealed
but deeply and essentially true.
"I know of myself as you
before you came to be.
you, who live in the muddledom of experience,
will not overlay my destiny
with your own narrative in display.
I am behind your every breath.
and I will come through your every action,
in spite of your claims
and your keptness.
ever so slowly,
I will bend you into being.
I will bleed you
into the blessedness of caring.
you will arrive at a dedication to being
that expresses the vision of my soul,
into and through your form.
my spirit will become your presence,
whether you become the wiser
in your personal mind-fullness,
or not.
so, if your self-troublesome way continues,
as you claim you must.
I, in the privacy of this turmoil,
will beamingly, rest assured
as ever the task,
cell by cell,
nerve by nerve,
emotion by emotion,
be, the in-breath of deliverance
in refinement,
coming your way" . . .
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