poem for twenty year olds

aghast, again--
to understand,
yes--to know,
hardly, to behold,
absolutely, to be,
to be
aghast, again

every language a world
every experience a universe

my fruition:
to breath,
to know the rhythm
of a room:
my frution:
to feel,
undulate to
the ebbing tibes
that serenade my
nervous system
my fruition:
to be seamless

intercessor
diplomat
mediator--

warrior for
the divine intention
that must convince
my broken heart
to feel and to never stop
and

to know the worst
and to be free and

return my mind
to my body and
swell with the
energies of the
now and

Experience
Essence to
become Ensouled

to not only
understand Life
from afar but to
Exalt from within

so that I can belong
to the World, and the
World can belong to
me