I am not a concept
Nor a statistic
Or a Latin name scratched in the pages of an ancient tome. 

I am not the image in your camera
Not a painted visage
Not a stencil on your shirt.

I am that part of you
shed ten thousand years before
who refuses to be imprisoned in the skin of imagination.

I am everything you want to be
And everything you fear:
I am Truth.

Unerringly,
I stalk and grab you cowering
in the refuge of separation.

Mercilessly,
I pull your entangled mind along reality’s rocky shore.

Then, gently,
I return you to yourself
to rest in the blinding sweet waters
of the
infinite
One.

Photo credit: Charlie Russell

~ Dedicated to Ox ~