Rebirth

We sit and talk of matters
we cannot know to be true.
But, we are fascinating and
we create stories that are more
than real. We have felt the movement
the sweat of two bodies one strong
supple. The other bending cracking.
Who are you? I have felt you made of
the ether, of nothing and everything.
Heard your voice and understood.

Yet still my ego will judge you and I
will be jealous and enlightenment
will not come. This storm will pass
but there will be no peace but the peace
that comes with rebirth and possibility.
The new moon. We rest. How do we
practice the stillness that humility demands?