what is i?

i am the desire
to become this bruise,
same color as the night,
where am i?

or is the i an illusion?

the dream is not going anywhere,
the false will not commit itself to truth.
the singer can fill the song, but not become it.
yet we all find our way to this longing

to be in Love.

you and i share the wound,
we are forgetting who we are
and who we are to God.
so why, why, why are we still so scared?

we are the antibiotic, too.

feel me, this blood fills me,
this love of life blinds me,
when everything is God
why is God still so hard for us to see?

our glasses smashed in the street; now the bare feet bleed.

i will carry you, lift you, hold you,
is this God? this dance?
dance. we are dancing.
we are God's dance. dance.

dreamer, dream.
lover, love.
sister, brother,
mother father,

God. it is all God.

this religion
is like Muhammed,
Peace Be Upon Him,
who walked away from a war

to lead millions of warriors

into the heart
of a community and said,
"now the greater jihad begins."
you and i are the ones holding guns,

not God.