Known
I thought I knew
The formulas, the truths, reality
But now I know
Nothing
Only presence,
Being,
A temporary glimpse of you,
By peaking into your heart,
Seeing the love which pumps relentlessly to get out
Letting you live
Or survive
Or delight
Which it is I cannot tell
But I know I love you
Not for what you have done
Good or bad
Not for what you have become
Rich or poor
Not for what you gave
Willing or involuntarily
But just because
Because I encountered you
That’s all.
It was enough
It is enough
Beautiful as usual, Mike!
Thank you Gunnar
I cannot even find the words for this one, Michael. This is the very best poem I ever read from you. It…is St Francis. Thank you…🙏🏻🕊️✝️
Thank you Elise. Glad you liked it.