My Naked Singularity

With brown eyes

            and quiet soul

you sit there

            captured by my contemplation

                        a tall, silent stance

                                    fragile in its nobility and strength

and I wonder

                                    what would I do?

If I spoke to you

            what would I say?

            what answers would I give your questions

                        what questions,

                                    your answers?

Perhaps I would tell you

            that you can never know

     that you will never see it

                        from where you are standing

                                    you are standing in your own way

Perhaps I would tell you to turn around

            and look at me

                        strip yourself down

shed your skin

            because nothing can stand between you

                        and the bare truth of your existence

Perhaps I would tell you that I see you for who you are.

                        So, begin again.