I believe in me. In the way I am

In the ‘the-ness’ of me

You know?

Do you know that in yourself?

Like you exist? (Not just God)

Stand still in a wide open space

feel the earth under you

and yourself hidden in that big place

for you cannot see

yourself

You can feel yourself and everything around you

I feel the crash of the waves

Feel the squark of the bird

Feel the cambium layer of the tree

But I cannot see myself

so I feel

I believe

I go with what I can

Work with this utter broken sense

of a life thats my own

pour it out as libation offering

to gods

to goddesses

to moon, stars, children and lover.

There is nothing else to do