Me

'Me! I stay here of course. I always do.'

When I wrote of the women in their dancec and wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.

There is no mountain, there is no god, there is no memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued child
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.

No more masks! No more mythologies!

Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.

Feeling

Feel like wanting to kiss you on your soft gentle lips,
Wanting to pull your gentle arms closer,
Finding each other before the day goes on,
Listening to our hearts beating slower to catch up to each other,
Feeling your soul holding me higher then it has ever been and then to drop me
in your arms to feel strength,
My hands anxious to feel your love,
Feeling my tears drip down my pale face only to be seeing you,
Feeling you deep inside me,
Our souls have met once before you and I,
While our souls talk we listen

Here's me writing on a coupon
the value of me in book form
made strange to a handtowel
nakedly without goods
an angel told me through pads
through a screen the angel
of speech was me

babies do not have a concept of me / i.
that is why mothers say mum when they talk about themselves. it actually makes sense and is not only cute shit. otherwise the baby would start calling the mother me or i. get that?
babies live in oneness. separation comes with getting older.
and the problems with separation start with the getting out of hand / development of the ego.
ego lives on the energy of others. that leads to the idea of power games and manipulation in the adultworld.
that again started when religion especially christianity rose. the one god -power. the one rightness. the blocking, pointing out evil.
the judgeing.

me is a silly word, who knows who me is- certainly not me!

Sometimes you tell me, that I am no-one.

That's not true. I have no reason to believe you and your false claims any longer.

I am me. I am strong, and grow stronger by the minute.

With every breath I draw, with every step I take, with every word I speak, I become a little more of ME and a little less of YOU.

And in the end, I'll be free.

And there'll be much rejoycing.

Who is this »me« everyone keeps asking about????