who are you?
The person you inherited from your parents
or the one you bequeath to your children?
Are you and you one or two?

Or have you merged like eggs and milk
into a pudding, not one or the other,
but something quite different

Do you have to break the mirror
to open fresh eyes?

Are you and you one or two?
Something more or something less.
Are you more or less than one?
Your heart is not broken,
though sometimes it feels that way.
The cells of your body are separate
but collaborative and reciprocal.
Your sight is lighted by the
ground of being, but . . .
the question remains

who are you?
Caught between the generations
their different cultures,
perspectives, values.
Their expectations are at odds
and the older made promises
the younger could never keep …
Times change.
People evolve.
Paradigms shift
and you are…