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From the original LJ journal, an old poem, 5/13/2002.
Circa 1982
I remember that night
naked and sobbing for hours
kneeling naked on the wooden floor
holding myself dearly
because I had died
when I slipped over into the void
there was nothing there
there was everything there
I was part of it all
I was nothing at all
but the me did not matter
it just was and will be
I cried because I lost my significance
I wept because I was scared
I couldn't let it go
this myth that I had created
but there I was, a vessel,
neither full nor empty
ambiguous and clear
much more than I had imagined
much less than I had hoped
bigger and smaller
shorter and taller
beyond the constraints
of words and symbols
it was then and now
tomorrow and next year
then she pulled me back
held me while I wailed
and I came home again
to her loving arms and sweet caress
wishing I could have stayed
ever changed but the same
comments, later? no, I passed...
Circa 1982
I remember that night
naked and sobbing for hours
kneeling naked on the wooden floor
holding myself dearly
because I had died
when I slipped over into the void
there was nothing there
there was everything there
I was part of it all
I was nothing at all
but the me did not matter
it just was and will be
I cried because I lost my significance
I wept because I was scared
I couldn't let it go
this myth that I had created
but there I was, a vessel,
neither full nor empty
ambiguous and clear
much more than I had imagined
much less than I had hoped
bigger and smaller
shorter and taller
beyond the constraints
of words and symbols
it was then and now
tomorrow and next year
then she pulled me back
held me while I wailed
and I came home again
to her loving arms and sweet caress
wishing I could have stayed
ever changed but the same
comments, later? no, I passed...