jasiri

it's late and i'm off to bed...thinking about time and it's inevitable steadfastness. will you catch me??? if i were to run on wings of mercury and laugh as though i were the goddess of speed and distance would you even try? what am i writing... i don't know...i'm typing with my eyes closed and waiting for the night to take me by the wrists and beg me to disrobe. i've always thought that i would one day know who i was by doing just that...as if my cells shedding themselves clean for seven years would lead to the true naked redemption of myself...
now i find that there is no need to attempt to discard former selves in order to reveal the underneath... the re-extraction of one's original mold...for, perhaps it is just this that keeps me from myself...
for if i stop delving at the past and just gaze at what presents itself long enough i may finally see how deep of a surface i really am ...and perhaps, perhaps it takes little more than this to see the true me... simple and distinct...a surface and a depth intrinsically united and complete in and of itself...