No Apologies

I don't feel it in my gut
what you think I've done.
I'm working through my ego kinks,
ironing the shit out some very wrinkled thoughts.

You know it would be easy for me to be pissed with you,
but I'm not angry at all.
Actually, there is renewed spaciousness,
and fascinating centering.

I've been forced in silence,
because the alternative to it is unsustainable.
I've been resting,
in my living meditation,
allowing me to look from an observer's perspective.

Truth is, I make no apologies,
there isn't space in me for the dramatics.
It just doesn't feel accurate or true.
The things you're feeling,
I know they are real.
But I know that this working through you
simply isn't mine.

My heart opens to our process now.
I'm listening from that place.
I admit there is resistance,
as I have felt misunderstood,
and feel that I had been made out to be the heavy.
Most importantly,
I'm disappointed and intensely irritated.

I'm glad to have the comfort to safely explore this here,
without the need to exchange words with you,
as I continue honor my experience in silence.