“You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don’t have to do anything to earn it.” — Ram Dass
Every night I remove my tiny self
like strips of binding cloth
unwinding them a little at a time
until I fall into the arms of the dark.
Then I come to find you.
You are easy to see but hard to reach
with your eyes that shine from far off
like constellations I use to navigate
through strange and difficult paths.
I know when I’ve reached you
because you look like Nobody I’ve ever met.
We sit side by side and talk for hours
or sometimes take walks or, for kicks
fly over night seas that glow
under silver moons and strange planets.
Mostly I ask you questions and you answer
with one word: Love.
Some nights I come to you in pain
and you hold Space for me, hold it still
so I can breathe. While you heal me
you remind me I am god wrapped in skin
and you say everybody is like this
but Nobody knows it.
When I wake again I put the bindings on
but they feel bigger than before
or else I am smaller, and closer
to being Nobody.
I hear laughter when I think this
but when I turn to look
Nobody is there.
Kara. B. Imle 2019
RIP Ram Dass 12/22/2019