What Do I Owe

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Why shall I share my worth with you,

My mind, soul, and spirit,

My pain and blues,

My hope and joy for tomorrow,

My sense of innocent wonder,

My wisdom of life,

My weakness of what lies under,

The strengths that hold me upright,

Followed by my ego,

My wrongdoings,

And my lessons to learn to let go,

The knowledge I have as everything but human,

As well as only ever human,

The questions I asked as a child,

And the questions I ask today,

But, I shall not share my love?

What do I owe to one that shares a purpose with me, but not a path,

For all that can be is love.

Comments

  1. Señor Nutzo BhaiJuly 17, 2022 at 9:06 PM

    Holy moly, Mili. When you shared this in the Welcoming Strangers call, the lines that leapt out at me then, as they do again now, are:

    And my lessons to learn to let go,
    The knowledge I have as everything but human,
    As well as only ever human

    It got me reflecting on that one perfectly-still, thing-less thing that can't be let go of, and from which our human-ness or personhood is seen as the interplay of light and shadow dancing on a garden wall.

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  2. Kerri LakeJuly 18, 2022 at 1:10 PM

    Oh Mili!

    This is poem a total mic-drop!

    I'm sitting here with a rich and satisfied smile on my face, feeling wonder and awe for your depth and ease of expression, feeling grateful to be your zoom friend. <3

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