Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: communion

Matron Mother

Matron
mother.

I find
you
at the
end of
youth.

Beginning
my journey
into adulthood.

I greet
you
from my
end of
beginning

At your
beginning
of end.

Meeting
you.

Not as
child
to mother.

Not as
man
to lover.

But
in full
appreciation
of where
we stand.

Without
need
or expectation.

With honest
and
uncontrived
communion.

I behold
the woman
you are
and have
been.

I glimpse
the girl
you once
were.

Alive
in eyes
that still
sparkle
and smile.

Matron
mother.

I greet
you
from our
places in
time.

And
give
thanks.

That our
paths have
crossed
not for
the first
nor last
time.

And
give
hope.

That
when we
meet
again.

We will
stand
closer
in time.

That I
may see
more closely
and know
more fully.

The girl
alive
and dancing
in your eyes.

The woman
you have
been
and may
yet be.

Then
once more
in the beginning
of the end.

Bear witness
to the
matron mother
and glory
in your
wisdom.

Naked Beings

Spare me
your illusions
that mirage
of another person.

Do not
present
some abstraction
of being.

Forbear
an expected manner
and conventional sentiments
conventionally stated.

Remove
that grin
you wear
as a mask.

Abandon
the role
that has become
your identity.

Your bundle
of biases
beliefs
reactions
and habits.

Surrender
for a moment
to uncontrived
communion
between two
naked beings.