Spiritual Striptease


Indulge me, if you will...Allow me to do a spiritual striptease...I am a paradox.I am the simple enigma
I am needy and
I am strong
I am the mournful cry for a lover departed
I am that painful desire put to song
I am angry
I am joyous
I am too much spirit (so said a dear friend once)
I was born old with the eternally optimistic
hope of a child
I am hope
I am despair
I am vulnerable
I am the gaping wound waiting for you
to pour the salt of your judgment in - but
never wish to heal
I am demanding
I am forgiving
I am of mixed heritage
I am Native American
I am equally Irish
I am only the smallest fraction of something else
that I would rather not mention (unless, of course
you ask)
I am lost
I am found
I am boy, son, man, Father, husband, lover, wife
I am small - as small as you are as small as the ants are as the
specks of dust are as the wish for something
greater as the microcosm as the macrocosm
as the great expanse of eternity and in
that - I love you +
so, too, love myself   .
I am the vessel waiting to be filled up
I am the pitcher hanging on to the hope
to fill you up.
I am, have always been and will always be
love-drunk