Anonymously, I stand in the light of my soul
Unknown to myself, unknown to you
For that matter anonymous to the world
But that isn’t what’s bothering me.
It is the forgetfulness in your eyes,
The forgetfulness of generosity
Generosity that gets lost in what
Could be labelled as familiarity
A paradox, true, it’s true
Since I spoke of anonymity,
Label me as a raving lunatic
For that I shall not deny
Charge me with crimes of egotism
And I won’t bat an eye
Because now on this journey
It doesn’t matter if I count or not
I am lost in the unknown,
I can’t complain
That it has been a blessing
A balm, a comfort to rest
In the light of my soul.
Being comfortable has never really
Been an option.
In this anonymous existence
I do not know how to function
…how to exist without identity
Identity, which was so important earlier
Now, as light dances around the shadows,
Even around the darkness
I am not scared, I don’t even mind
Yet to move I must
The light is never still.
I thought that is what my heart
Was longing for…the stillness
This journey goes through light years
And you will never notice that
I’ve been gone because I travel
To the exact second of that exact moment.
So you see a moment isn’t just a moment,
But the beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega.
To be anonymous is not a crime
Nor is it a blessing,
But a marriage with the emptiness.
Emptiness that can threaten, but
Let you be….
Anonymously; I dance in the light
Of my soul, yet dancing in yours
By letting you be, I’ll be myself…I’ll
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2008
* Artist Steven Daluz