Dedicated to my best friend, Christina, who "has good boundaries"!

"Boundaries," you say.
"What are those ? I reply.
I had no training in these
"boundaries"
Who set them at my home?
Who set them at my school?
Who explained "boundaries"?
and what is "good"
and what is "bad"
about "boundaries"?
Yes, and what are "good"
and "bad" boundaries?
Between two people,
they say,
they should exist
to maintain a sense of self
perspective
to separate the one
from the other
Not to repeat
the childhood
merging into the
one
with the mother
Not to merge into
the One
of all existence
 
Not to merge into
the One
in sacred matrimony
of the Soul
I demand to know
What is this psychological
prison concept
of "boundaries"
espousing separation.
I only know the watercolor
boundaries of
the one merging into
the other
of the soul of the many
merging into the
Eternal
of the feel of the other
merging into
myself
when I see hunger or joy,
sorrow or love,
pain or elation.
Shall not the edges of our
existence
flow into life as
blues merge into greens
in the landscapes of
our watercolored souls?
Shall not I allow myself to feel
and share you once again
in the Rivers of
Babylon,
soothed in a single
brush which paints
a world of
blues merging into greens
violets into blues
and yellows into oranges
into reds
of rainbow promises of a
world
with only watercolor
boundaries?