Arte Soy

I write sitting
Unwittingly submitting me to a chair
And I dare peer into my mind
What’s behind?

I dither
Rather, I gather
I …
A knowing arises
Disguises reveal the real

What’s the deal? I often wonder
Blunder upon blunder, like thunder
Running about in underwear
A boy terror

It’s plain to see, except for me
I keep turning away before
Afraid of ghosts and ghoulishness
Keep a path of righteousness

Yet the dark night reveals star light
I close my eyes to hide my fright
Gazing inward to such delight

And bitter shame
At my failures to play a game
Worthy of the better parts of you and me

So let the two beget one
The true, the Self, the source, the sum
Sentient, supreme, sublime fun

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