Acceptance

The stories of acceptance. . . . .I write with the pencil that serves me faithfully. . . . .I write the glories and amazement of things that reside inside You. . . . . i must unlearn all detachments. . . .I must fuse with You residing inside me. . . . . . .The stars are few. . . . . . .the night is dark but the moon rides high. . . . . . .compelling these emotions to paper. . .. . . . I sit in resolute silence. . . . . .at the end of this queue. . . . . . .I bother not to be disturbed. . . . . .but I care not anymore. . . . .if only i'm alive . . . . .but i must fathom my attachments and break them to know my truth. . . . .I am still here. . . . .but I wish to be nowhere near you. . . . .I am still dogged by you. . . . . if you care to know. . . . . .either with You or not myself. . . . . .I can foresee. . . . .I damn this. . . . .but existence is not mine to know and care for. . . . . . .I wish peace . . . . .the hum of acceptance. . . . . .ringing from the peaks of higher truths. . . . .. I cannot fathom the compassion you send out to me. . . . .so fearful. . . . .yet so sublime. . . . .so forceful. . . . .yet smooth. . . . . ..I beg to be forgiven that which is not mine to understand. . . . .If only wish me well. . . . . .I stand at your door. . . . . . . . .something beyond something beautiful. . . .. . . . .these steps are smaller than my patience. . . . .. .which is beyond your ken and mine. . . .. . . ..I live and give in. . . . .. I thought I am