When am I myself?

[osho]

I see things through things
I am not seeing them;
Something is seeing something
I am just an intermediation


My head is muddled
You appear as a beauty and I kissed you
I have kissed your exterior
Pulsated

You are a stone when I am not aroused
When something rouses me even the stone becomes personified into a beautiful thing

I am caged in thoughts, images, and layers
Try to look inside me
All you will arrive at is a series of films

Dreamily I define myself in poetry
Allusively I live in multitudes

You want to make a conclusion of my existence
All you hit on is stirred up emotive commotions and volitions

You can call me a wife or husband
Heterosexually or asexually or homosexually

Does it matter?

You can twist or turn me into anything
Spend a buck you can commoditize me
I can dance to your any tune
You can strip me psychologically and corporally

You can edify or deify or demonize

Where am I myself
All I am is part of your dream
And of the rest of idiots’