As you are

to know the truth

takes a willingness

to see it naked

and be with it

deeply

as it is

as you are

reality is sloppy

like sex

It's ugly and messy

at times

it hurts but it's 

so much more satisfying

than shielding oneself 

with mental illusions

you say you want to

accept what is

but I say, fuck it

Or "make love" to it 

if you insist

Have your way with it

Let me see you

unveil your raw insecure 

uncertain body, for me

so I know I'm not alone

show me, please, that 

nobody is

your deep dark inner experience

is interesting to me

fascinating even.

I'm bored by the impulse 

to reassure me that everything's 

going to be OK

Let yourself be held

for once

Let the tears flow 

through that cold mental filter

so i can mourn with you.

And together we can celebrate

That we may never

figure it all out

But we can, at least

get naked with what is 

and feel it all

as
we
are.

Love,
Kamala Devi
Aug. 2011