From whom should my secret be a secret
When all is me…?
(In that I have faith
But knowledge is still to dawn).
My breath enlivens my whole body
But my appreciation of this fact is partial.
How do I feel it in every muscle, every nerve, every cell?
How do I see its immanence?
I attempt to watch the essence
And grapple with my darkness
And in that I hear a voice speak:
“I know you’re secretly looking for me
But why are you keeping it a secret?”