ATONE
I long to round the urban corner,
Leave behind measurements of distance,
Doings and achievements,
Fall
Into that sweet field,
The one that Rumi speaks of,
Where we somersault
Free of our judgments
Of Right, Wrong, Good, Bad
And One Another.
I long to achieve a perception of you,
That no longer requires me to tolerate, accept or forgive you,
A perception that never demands
That you be any different than you are.
Until I round that corner,
Until I meet you in that field of love,
I pray to do the next best thing:
Atone for my judgments.
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