I have learnt not
to be lonely, even
if I am alone,
for to be lonely
is to want for something.
beyond this being
that I am, and for
me this undiluted being
is enough for me,
and is all that I
feel I need.
That sounds like the
other is not so important
or of the highest regard
in the scheme of my
solitary life, but that is not
the truth that drives me at all,
nor the values of my life.
For the other is wondrous
beyond what all these words
express; the other is precious
and worthy of boundless respect,
because in seeing myself alone
and not lonely, and in sensing
the worthy that lives here
unstained, I know well that the other
is like me—a being of beauty,
a creature unique,
a human crafted by
this world inspired,
a sentient body
filled tight with hope,
standing undivided and
solitary with others beside—
and that is surely enough.
10/6/2019