Do you think that this was going to be easy
this love I bear in you?
is like a mad scramble
like the screams of monkey’s in the trees
-it is how the mind is.
Sink into forgetfulness
and into the bliss
a warm buoyant presence
rises up all around
it makes others so ripe.
So you chase after me
day after day.
I know how hard it can be sometimes
this vagabond life you lead
having given up so much
for nothing else but this one thing
that rings through everything.
Like a vast thread
with no beginning or end,
constantly being thread through a needle
-desire drives it forth.
But just as you chase after me,
I turn ’round and chase after you;
mirror and reflection find their union
in a sweet simple embrace
of equal measure of fire and coolness
that breeds the incorruptible beauty
that we all know
but cannot adequately express.
I am waiting for you
under the vast sky of your morning
as you squint into the new day
and I ride under your feet
like a magical carpet
reveling in your touch
abiding here as always
with no answer
but this abiding taste
that lingers on your lips
and bears within the swing of your hips
and sway of your arm…
I am here to show you beauty
but not before you dissolve the horror that stands before your face
and that dwells in your heart.
I am here to show you the greatest love there is
it is what I was destined to bear to you since
forever was a child…
but we must work to set it right
so that the beauty of this moment can be known
I wrap myself ’round all of these
and it is my mere presence that dissolves them
just as soon as you are ready to let them fall
and transform into the greatness that is in you to be.
I know it is hard for you.
I know the strain
the empty void…
but one by one
I redeem them
with the sweetest kind of joy.
You grow from old to young
like a vast wheel turning backwards
until all the strain is wound out of it.
I am here with you until the end
which is only the beginning.
I am the force that revives
the one who opens you
and shows you
the flower within
and the great light
that those petals long to touch
arching upward and outward
a great kind of beauty is coaxed…
I am beyond names
and beyond all recognition,
the sweetest mystery
that all of you yearn to swim deep into
and become lost in
so that you might be found.