It seems as if
I am here
and
You are there
Not knowing
Where I am
is
Where you are
When you speak of your wound
It is my wound that you speak of
Likewise
When I speak of wisdom
It is your wisdom you are witnessing
If that is the case
Was there ever an I or you
What made us think
There is an I or you
You look at me
Thinking it is him
Yet not knowing
Him is me
and me is you
And when you finally arrive
Newly
Its all mixed up
All confused
Who and what is
I, you, him, her
I don’t know
I can’t know
No wonder
There is an I, a you, a him, a her
Because there is a need to know
That I am not you
And you are not me.