Love Letter 311 You Know

to the insipid mime

who gets god

while climbing out of nothing

thank you

for showing my pretense

and all the plastic walls

which are just hands

in white gloves

mimicking the icebergs

and

you are

the one hand clapping

while

I sit

in zen

luxury

contemplating

koans

with my ego

and that thing you do

so simply reveals

the worlds chaos

is like

an imaginary

room

with toys

we fight over

which

aren't even

real

help me

climb out

of my perception

of separation

via

my

hand held wall

help me

find my way

out

of the masterpiece

attached

to my

ego

I Love You

Your Beloved