I To You, And You To Me Poem by Anita Atina

No sword, no crown

The strength of humility

And the understanding

Of exactly one's self-worth

Measured in the depth of soul


Cast away the ego

Of attributions too

Delight in only what you are

The beauty that is essential

Not the make-up, nor the finery


I delight in you

For only who you are

Not who I am, nor wish for you to be


And you, delight in you

For all you truly are

No more, no less

That who you're meant

And called upon to be.......


I to you and you to me


As we walk along

Outward shells remain, empty

You and I frankincense infused, celebrating

To be I to you, and you to me


Our cup overflows

With wine that flows

Unending from the celestial cup

To be I to you, and you to me






Infused with Frankincense, from a special soul!