See Me

Please don’t eclipse me

With who you think I am,

Or who you wish me to be.

Can I change and grow, die and be re-born,

or will you be concerned?

I see you searching, for something to define,

To connect to, a role that I can play.

Perhaps a box that I am standing on

Which you hope looks similar to yours.

And all I want you to see, is me.

And my beating heart.

The simplicity upon which we could connect,

May just be too alive for you to bear.

So don’t ask what I do, or where I’ve been, or even where I’m going.

See me, in motion, alive.

Weaving raw experience into love.