I-Thou Consciousness

by Jane Tawel

I-Thou Consciousness

By Jane Tawel

August 9, 2021

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Oh, God!

Are You not conscious

without my Being,

conscious of You?

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I-Thou revolts

and revises the mundane,

profane, explainers,

complainers, man-splainers,

and painful, painful, pain.

You are both bane

and that small niggling voice

that makes me whole again,

if only temporarily, I fear, My Dear.

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Oh- the pain!

I used to obsess about you

and that one time that you let me draw near.

Remember how the rain fell?

Rain, falling like the tears of our laughter.

Did I only imagine it?—

snot coming out of Your nose?! Hahaha…

and our laughter driving away your hurt,

my hurt, The Whole World’s In Your Hands Hurt,

like a rainbow.

You were once my rainbow.

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I sometimes resign myself and I,

to doing the will of the dearest child

and Thou.

But, if not in fact,

in the ever-changing, ever the same,

universe of quantum physics

of the Ineffable Essence of Other

and others, and other days…

(perhaps actions are over-rated at the best of times).

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Becoming,

Thy Will be done.

Your heart still held tenderly, carefully,

as if stone could ever remain unbroken.

Your pulse, beating close to mine,

as close as the womb I once shared.

Becoming what must be Willed.

Becoming, whatever in the world it means,

to always circle back to Love.

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© Jane Tawel  August 9, 2021

Written on the birthdate of my daughter, Clarissa Sandrine