I will throw you a line
if you ask, beg, and plead
For that one you implore
is not only that which is
you/me/no other – us both!
So I am not helping you
out of lack or distinction or
tacit agreement that somehow
you are flawed or lost
But through earnestness
of that which we are both
And in that way, the very line
that I throw to you
upon finding your way
will simply dissolve in hand
As that hand is found to
no longer belong to any
other than Who You Are
What We Are seamlessly
You have thrown yourself
that very line that somehow
seemed unavoidably to come
from “The Other Not You”
And in that aggrandizing
how strange but true
you have increased your own
stead, but that very place
is none other than the All
Can you not see, but no worries
if the answer is “No” for the no
and the yes co-abide, the yes
seeming to throw its line to the no
and the no seeming to grab ahold
And in their meeting, both certainties
of self limitation dissolve in union
This Union that is no more deliberate
than exiting from the hall of mirrors
after having had our fun, our pleasure
casting shadows, shapes, and distortions
“Throw me a line,” you say,
and I will not refuse to play
in that sacred hall of mirrors
I say, “Throw me a line!”
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