Would that you know me complete??..
uncover all my layers each one,,, remember they are like the petals of a bloom,,
soft and easily bruised. Where one may let them fall listlessly away from their touch,,,another could gather each one to press and save its fragility forever, for even the dry petal held translucent against light shows veins where life once coursed thru. Who would save these few petals? One who cares.

Besides what brings the smile to face,,, the pain also should be written to attest what it had to arrive. You cannot only know my joys,,,you must also know all hurt inside,,,or you will never enter the core of me. What we allow as slow paces of movement,,,, a leap by faith can measure each distance. Do not forget the years of tears that trail within, to understand the brilliance and gift of one smile. Who would trace their thumb's pad at the corner of my smile to broaden it? One who sees clearly.

I am not any you have ever met,,,, place me apart from the masses. I have met spirits, i have seen angels,, my eyes can never see on solely one plane of existence. The cloth of my silk shalwar kameez has been held fire against for testing truthful and goodness with never a singe to find. There is a shrine by the Buri Ganga river that flows, where a saint came from his mountain to guide. He had no feet,,only stubs when looked down, bone breaking thru the skin. He says,, after the knock was answered at door, "why do you disturb me from my cave?" because truly the dreaming had summoned him. So there at the shrine by the river where he brought he plucked from a rose bush standing,,and placed the petals into palm for keeps. These petals so faint still emit wafts of fragrance while i slumber.... entangle in my dreams.
Now it is me who has felt hidden in a cave atop a mountain high,,overlooking life's footpaths, byways, and highways. My soul feels large when alone,,, smaller when crowded down below. I must climb high to feel alive,,and not be smothered. I must breathe. So when someone beckons me,, come with them and join,,, i want to know why,,,i want to know reason,,, i want to know if true to find me would they save my petals gently? A precious longing in the heart, would.

I have been known to come from my mountain, down to the pier surrounded by shores of bitter water's lapping,,, bended knee feeling splintering of wood planks, to only cover a sleeping person neglected there... feet bare in their winter... everyone, no stranger, standing about close did nothing,, so i came from my hundred mile to lift a discarded blanket within reach and cover those feet of the sleeping one. Then return did i go back one hundred miles again. My wish only for every soul sweet to not suffer,,, or be neglected,,or thrown away as listlessly as the petals' descent. If i know their pain, then i know mine. If i know their joy , then i can revel in mine also.
Who would know me? this way...... I have never known before.