(Revised spacing: Nov. 28th 1997)
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?
AER/March 27th 1997