The Intimate Me
Who am I; that the all others see;
an educated fool; with a degree;
in constant search for my destiny;
I am the ultimate, intimate me.
I was created as a leaf on life’s tree;
deeply limited in what I could see;
my life has become a quest for me;
within it; the metaphor of reality.
I’m a mere drop in reality’s ocean;
given resonance through devotion;
an ebb and flow; constant motion;
I am love; the life giving potion.
I wash across sand on reality’s shore;
waiting for reality to close the door;
I come; and then go; asking for more;
in search of the woman; who I adore.
I am a child of the infinite mystery;
reality hiding my ultimate worth;
I am a memory of forgotten history;
created by a supernatural birth.
I am the prodigal that no one missed;
when all others give up; I still insist;
once I’m seen; I’m always dismissed;
I still seek love; wanting to be kissed.
I am the sun, the moon and the sea;
all sailors chart their course by me;
my love shall endure for eternity;
I am the ultimate, intimate me.
Monty 3.29.26. # 3,226