Understandings I

I am you and you are me
i don’t see the difference between your body and mine,
I know the tree is just an extension of my mind;
like the rose, like your feet, all a part of me.
the trick to love, you’ll soon see,
is just what you can do with me
in dark alleys and lost avenues with bleak outlooks
and fine lines
we’ll cross ’em all every time.
You can read it all until you dream it all
and fall asleep every single night:
on schedule for tomorrow,
feel just right…
Or you can give it all to the stars
and finally understand lowliness:
one thousand breaths in an instant;
you inhale space and exhale existence.
Creation is your capacity, infinite in its audacity
to strike complete balance and perfect harmony
just enough suffering to offset the joy of invading Armies;
add creepy and indulgent and you’ll start to laugh
at all the ways you spent your lives living in the past
trying to extract those perfect tomorrows
creating expectations
for so much future sorrow.
If we must measure moments between memories and imaginations,
we should not get caught in our own perverse machinations
so we might forget who we are and what we can do:
I should not forget that I am you.