Being is confirmed by nothing.
That is the eternal equation,
proof everywhere in the words,
“I didn’t mean that” spoken softly.
Silently said.
Where we begin and end
is the same place, “I will be
as I will be” the comprehensive
answer to the question, “Just who
do you think you are?”
The answer spoken so soft and strong
that mountains tremble, rivers
pause, the sun and the moon exchange
places. The blues called, I-Am-You-You-Are-Me
begins and the world starts to dance—
that dervish shuffle, that reggae dance of yes.
-Byron Hoot
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