Nameless

Friends,

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and am now trying to live it. Big love.

Nameless

We are not who we say we are.
And we say it too much.
There are no words for that name.
None full enough.
Our name holds all the sounds
of silence.

We are not who we say we are
Though we insist it is so.
How dreadful the list of achievements
pasted on our body
for all to see.

Maybe we should listen for the name
the sky has to offer.
Or the Redwood.
It would be loving and infinitely simple.

Let’s lay each name
we’ve ever spoken
into a greater flame.

Let’s soften the grasp
on what is only ours
and breathe the terror
and flush of freedom.

Let’s be nameless
for a time
and
Listen.