I don't know

 I don’t know:

How do you let a bird just be a bird
How do you let it just be what it is
How do you let a word just be a word
   How come it’s nothing when I see something


How come I run when I don’t understand, why can’t I stay, and demand to a grasp this thing at hand, and turn it into what I know, only I can


Why do I fix things that are broken
                       Why do I care it’s not me it’s not here
Why do I seek the highest energy
                       Why can’t I just accept what is in me


How come I run from things I cannot comprehend, when it is this thing that’s inside of me, why do I hide in my     sexuality, this is not the only part of me


I am a sculptor with the eyes of a spectator
                       I portray the image, which is given to me
I am an artist and I cannot see what they see
                       What is shown to me, it’s not what you think


I see the light around you not the skin on you, I see the shine about you, not the one you pretend you have, I see
With my heart, I don’t know how with my eyes


I am a poet I write what is in me not what I think
                       My words might not fit your idea of mystic
I’m a painter images often change to my feelings


I am not like you, I cannot pretend to be something I am not, I cannot just through words in a pot, and make soup
I make thick flavor able stews, each bite is something new


I understand with just salt and water what one can do
                       That may work for you but I need rich flavors
I like to taste something happening, I like to smell it cooking
                       I like to anticipate what is being made, I like the time it takes


How do I learn to let a bird just be a bird, how do I let a word just be a word, how do I learn not to fix broken things
How do I just let it go if I don’t understand, I don’t know, I just don’t know


Lori aka seascape