even for minute

even for one minute,
you have never been
what you think you are –
You are not the stories
told in prize winning books.
Your place is
between the seen
and the unseen,
between a little space
before the rain
whips the lilac tree
in spring –
beyond pain and
suffering -
the place where
they say the fire takes the form
of everything it consumes -
how about if you are that
consuming fire itself?
why do you memorize
what the mystics have said
about God?
I can see that in you when
you truly allow
this moment to be
what it exactly is
when you hold someone’s
pain without the hunger to be
held in return. -