I to I

The peace, contentment
I feel inside
Doesn't waver 
With external events

The glee and glum
Of my senses
Ebb and flow
And quickly flit away

All vacations
All relationships
Are illusive memories
With no substance

All that matters
Is this beingness or 
This I that is forever
Desireless

The same I is in you
In the trees
In the animals
In God, is God

We can only meet
I to I
If you aren't here
I'll wait.

bjb 2/22