Who am I, not to share?
What is already yours.
Take whatever you can.
Leave nothing to me.
All I need is love of Nothingness.
I am not giving that to you.
You don't even need to reach for that.
Its given to you for free
When you seek it.
When you want it badly.
Am I selfish?
God I hope not.
My spirit is free. Or, is it?
I may still have a way to reach it.
But the last mile is always the longest.
My journey will end , when I reach there.
Another world will be born.
The one that surrounds me.
And yet still I cannot see,
When I open my eyes.
But I can feel when they are closed.
I fly away to unreachable.
I touch the sky.
I spread my arms, my wings.
I will never reach down to you.
But up, up, yes I will reach up.
Because you are there.
Touching is not everything.
I can see you, happy, floating, singing.
Seeing is better than touching.
When you see with your eyes closed
Evil can not get between.
You will never wake Satan up,
When you love without touching.
When you see without the eyes.
When you stop the tongue and open your ears.
Not the ears in your head.
The ears of your heart.