Can We Be Authentically Together?
Can we be authentically together?
This is the question I find myself asking,
This is the hypothesis which I put to task, keen
Mind may not find the answer
Think I’m still human, but this dance sure
Is driving me mad.
But really, I’m sad.
I believe we can, or at least I want to
Believe a woman and man can just be and respond too
But these current psuedo-interactions will really just not do.
Not in the flow, not in the know,
Ever-avoiding, constantly on the go
Looking for a sister or maybe a bro
Who can just be.
Be free, be freely with me, be freely themselves while we
share everything candidly
I’ve branded me
As a guru and a guide,
Nothing to hide,
But I too have thoughts that I keep inside.
Not saying that I shouldn’t
Nor saying that I couldn’t
Share if I wanted to, but given the space… I wouldn’t.
It isn’t safe, it isn’t free.
Seems like it’s toxic to be
Under scrutiny, internal mutiny
Want to pull back all these layers and invite the whole room to see
Yet these questions keep on haunting and I don’t feel the room to be
Me without my inhibitions on this thing called authenticity.
I stop and see
The feelings I project are de-
Ciding against my desire for an honest inquiry and so I
Move from judgment and re-
Commit to living from a place of curiosity.
Back to the dancer, don’t have the answer
Practice the process and live in the question
I had one
But now you see,
The question multiplied like rabbits exponentially
Do we have the capacity? Do we have the voracity?
To truly be with others in all their tenacity?
It seems to me...
We care more about our comfort, our safety, our private zones
Hiding blisters, bruises, broken bones
With our craned necks, staring at our phones,
Each of us in a world alone
In fear, in pain, at worst a drone
Living in a borrowed life we don't yet own.
I'm sick of the bullshit, that's right, I said it
And whether or not it's to my credit
You heard correctly, or at least, you read it
We're not yet ready for authenticity.
We'll take it in doses
We’ll take it in boxes
While through daily life we’ll plow on like oxes
Blissfully unaware because we are protected
By our ignorance, though care we’ve projected
But I’m starting to see how much of it is a farce.
I need look no further than into the mirror
The things that I see there can cause
Me to quiver
While I shiver
Because my heart can be so ice cold.
In my head I think I’m bold
Others think I’m old
Living wise beyond my years while I strive to break the mold
Possibly true, but I’m so cold I’m blue,
Frozen in fear and pain.
Elsa told me love can thaw a frozen heart
Though I’ve felt like a target, pierced by a dart
A dagger of disconnection.
I’ve taken your silence personally, it’s unleashed the worst in me
I’ve phoned in with phoniness and released it commercially
a partial me
in part I see
and show you me
Though I feel my house is empty like I’ve been through a burglery
The void in me
Seems to be
To what this sensation is owing, I’m not knowing, and I’ve done my best to keep on going
And I’ve gone so far it seems I can’t stop… but neither can I go on like this.
Felt emptiness where joy once reigned
Feel stuck inside a box, contained
Shut up and shut down, all but my brain
About to erupt, like a volca-
No, I can’t do this. Not here, not now.
I’ve got to find a way forward, to somehow
Chart a new course, write a new story
Find hope, find home, perhaps not with glory
But there must be a way to be.
A way for there to be
Where my daring is met with more than staring.
Where I’m more than an image, more than an icon
An embodied spirit, right here with this flesh on
Seen for who I am and able to see others
As body, soul, spirit; my sisters and brothers
Misters and mothers
Are people too
The same need of me that I have of you
Who like me have been stuck in their own stories
Faded glories… Fuzzy perception
Not feeling met with a warm reception
I’m not the only one who’s been wrecked in a rut of their own projection
Feeling disassociated in a state of disconnection.
My feelings, my stories… They matter
This clatter, this chatter
Left me like a struck-out batter
So I run
Myself to my purpose, to realize and inspire
To connect to my flame, my own inner fire
To rewire my brain, to see pain
As an ally, not something to fear
I can listen fully and be present here
In my heart, in my center, to my own soul be near…
And allow myself to be seen again.
I wasn’t ready for authenticity.
I was guarded when this started
And when I thought we had parted
My sweet spirit would be tart had
I not made space for me
And space for we
Space for you to truly be
Your own version of authentically
We can get together, yeah yeah yeah,
You and I we can combine
When we get out of our own way, step off our self-imposed line
Moving from fear of feeling and into the feeling of fear
Into trust, we’ll be fine
Enter the space.
Out of our virtual and into reality.
You can be you, I can be me.
There is room here
We’ve granted, my roots I have planted
I’m committed to see this all through
Now I know you are too
I think I know whether we’ll weather this storm
Create a new possibility, form a new norm
From a stifling, cold heart to one that is warm
Now two, now more, beating freely.
We can be authentic.
We can be together.
We can be authentic together.
We can be authentically together.