Baby, i’m not complicated.
i’m the intricate art
of layers
of chaos
collected from our complex world
as i embrace it
with open arms
naked body
curious soul
letting it consume me,
and through it,
becoming.
i’m not the complicated that you mean, the abstruse
It might just be your baffling you project, darling.
i am the elaborate beauty that has taken time to build
with meticulous interaction with the world
the esoteric mess of inclusiveness
of perspectives
a center to multiple viewpoints
that shines like sunshine.
i’m not complicated, love
i am work
in progress
reorganising the world
into inviting categories of meaning
by being embedded in it.
or maybe i am
complicated.
a bundle of paradoxes
of mistakes that consciously lead to wisdom.
if that’s what that word means, anyway.
i simply no longer
use that as a disclaimer
to my being.
Jayati Doshi
15th Oct, 2016. 9.33 am EST.
