IT'S ABOUT YOU, IT'S ABOUT ME
 

As Ginger reminded me so well,
without words,
without intent,
the thought was allowed,
to unfold.

For that, I did not cling,
I was free to fall to the depths,
I've known what the void is,
I was there, my mind open wide.

Because, it mattered not,
I've floated through it all,
some places have been quite hot,
the beauty of nature, being free.

To the outer limits of all,
at one with both time and space,
no further depths to fall,
I've floated eternity through.

Many, so many levels removed,
from others that are here,
I need nothing to be approved,
I'm beyond all doubt and fear.

From this space I inhabit,
from this point where I be,
none matters, not a bit,
it's what I am attempting to convey.

It's about you, it's about me,
the space in which we are,
it's about minds being free,
as you, and your time, melt away.

You won't find me,
dazed and confused.
I've learned from that which be,
that yes and no, are the same.

You won't find me,
on bended knees,
asking someone to see,
that things need to change.

Being scared or afraid,
of what is to be,
is not how I'm made,
I choose to remain free.

No mind can be free,
without knowing the cage,
for only then, can you see,
what being free, really is.

No one can live,
without understanding death,
and no one can give you,
the reason to care.

No one can know,
without knowing the void,
nature will never show,
what you must seek for yourself.

Making life happy,
is what we can do,
it's about you, it's about me,
holding hands to help.

I've been down the the uncharted road,
lived the unplanned plans,
learned to balance the load,
and back with a smile.

So, cling tight,
to myths that you've been told,
keep hoping that you might,
be discovered, where you are.

Live in doubt,
that there could be,
a world without,
something to hold onto.

I have been, I have seen,
I know for I know,
for that, most can't relate,
it turns back to the fate,
of space and time,
of belief and trust,
as I am, I remain.

Nothing is as you suppose,
but of course, who knows,
of course, confusion shows,
while your shadow throws,
and your doubts grow and grow,
unhappiness and many woes,
time to press your clothes,
for, who knows,
the phone may ring tonight.
 
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
June 17, 2003