In coming and in going we share the same light
the veil the same distance from
You come in
I go out.
I once was you
you will one day be me.
We speak a different language than the rest,
We wished hard to become
when in fact,
we already were
Here, where the born and the dying are closer to Love,
please say my name out loud:
it is yours.
But you know that.
They do not
and they will take that knowledge
and twist it up and hate you for it
as they hate the word…
and exploding assumptions
because they chose not to understand.
You are the born and the dying
the shadow and light
the “be” of my coming and still