what makes us afraid is our great freedom in the face of the emptiness that has still to be filled
karl jaspers
It is not my face peeling away
loosening and falling in the darkening lightness of these years
it is not the backs of arm nor the inset of thighs channeling an agedness
no I must surprise you with the truth
you see when you look at a woman and don’t see
we each give out a silent hallelujah an internal dance
we see each other and join in growing
what is falling what is moving is not our skin our thighs our breasts our hair
what is falling are the piles of years the days of imitation
the unlearning is what you see that you can no longer see when you look at me
my years are not old they are numerous compilations of unlearning the habits of being someone
else the learning of being this god within this body that is my destiny
power in falling
when your eyes all you eyes stopped seeing
I take time in hand and begin
my self