Being is confirmed by nothing.

That is the eternal equation,

proof everywhere in the words,

“I didn’t mean that” spoken softly.

Silently said.

Where we begin and end

is the same place,  “I will be

as I will be” the comprehensive 

answer to the question, “Just who

do you think you are?”

The answer spoken so soft and strong 

that mountains tremble, rivers 

pause, the sun and the moon exchange

places.  The blues called, I-Am-You-You-Are-Me

begins and the world starts to dance—

that dervish shuffle, that reggae dance of yes.

hootism:   How many cries for security have shattered the security of the heart?