My thoughts belong to me
but they are also yours.
You understand.
My words are mine
and also spoken by you.
I understand.
My actions speak for themselves
and for you
as you let them.
My decisions baffle many
while you tag along
in agreement.
What’s mine is yours
though separate
we are one.
Heart and mind
often at opposite ends
yet part of the same me.
Two sides of a mirror
sometimes confused, then again sure,
always a tangle.
What’s mine is yours
while we learn to speak
the same language.
Prompted by
in Soul Circle live writing session.