to the point where sometimes
manifestation eludes me, comes
through me instead of, of me,
i push away the guide, i fight
against the laws, the way, the
path of all that there is
i have my hands, gracefully placed
i am all forgiving, forgive me
let me forgive me, forget me
i plead with god to forget me
let me suffer, let me learn
let me have all the sickness
all the hate, and fear
done running, out of time
there is nothing other,
then this perception of
everything, sorting books
clearing counters , dirty dishes
no more hope, no more sulking
i am where i am meant to be
in transition always
present time for
contemplation
