this ecstacy

if you could

know

the entirety

of who i am

and hold

in some way

the fullness of me

and come to know

the completeness

of my love

and my admiration

and my thankfulness

for all that i am

and all that is

then you would know

the wholeness

of all

of this place

i call "myself"

and you might come

to move outside

of that idea

and call the understanding

of your experiencing

"the universe"

or perhaps knowing better

than to name the nameless

(because

being clever

you would know

that to name that without a name

pins it

against a wall)

you would stop

and see this game for what it is:

a wall

not of mine or even your creation

a place of comfort and security

easily defined

and easily learned

and easily moved onwards from

and so not close

to what

i know of you

and certainly not

what i know of myself