In This Moment

In the sweet dawn of awakening

I see stars shooting

fireworks exploding

breathless realization

uncontrolled laughter

as other's footsteps

trace the path I have walked

but not in my footsteps

each in their own way

And how it does dazzle me to watch

this dream within a dream within a dream

no limits can be seen as the edge recedes

each foothill followed by another and another

I do not give up the endless journey

for there is no goal at the end

of that which is endless

I take pause to breath

and find love here

where I swim

Sometimes above

detached from myself

I watch my puppet sing

and make love to the wind

and I feel his joy reflected

multiplied a thousand times

reverberating in this canyon

carved from the sands of time

laid down by violent thunder

whose harsh memory is gone

leaving only a place to sculpt

My warm cocoon split open and

I emerged as are you are doing now

or as you have done before

again and again without end

in the dance of before that comes after

and after that comes before now

when you stop to wonder upon this

and see time compressed to a point

of no return or entry or exit

just being divine

in this moment

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Photo: Richard Price

The One Who Doesn't Love You So

In spring's full bloom

rooted in desires

too far away to embrace

or even dream to hold

love emerges in rivers so sweetly dreamed

turned to bitter wine without reason

not even having run their season

yet somehow this self inflicted knife

cuts the part that we intended

and slaps its unloved face

yet it leaves us dumbstruck

once again

at our own hand

Confounded in our sad regret

we smoke another cigarette

we walk the floor that we can see

so blind to our divinity

and we proclaim our fear of pain

but sing it in a new refrain

the cycle seems to never end

this sad regret

becomes our friend

You look into the mirror and see

the me you think I ought to be

the me who comes to you at night

and paints a locket of pure light

upon your heart you hear so sweet

the dream in which I don't retreat

the dream in which I come to stay

and play with you on every day

and yet you know

that dream is true

but only with another you

another you who isn't me

and that's the hardest part to see

that hardest part to see and know

the one who doesn't love you so

was sitting in the chair you saw

when you were with your old grandma

the one who slept with you at night

when other's ran away in fright

the one who looks upon your face

and sees an angel in disgrace

the one whose heart is crushed in fear

the one who never holds you near

the one who sleeps with you at night

the one who cannot see your light

the one who never says to you

I love you so and makes it  true

the only love we can ever be denied

and the only love we ever need

is the love that shines upon our name

the one that always will remain

the love we cannot see in fear

but really it is always near

near to me and near to you

it is the love you never knew

it is the love you need to find

the love that says you are divine

and that's the problem that I see

a problem shared by you and me

we seek to be loved

by someone who could love the unlovable

and we look outside in angst

unable to bear 

the sweet kind love we never share

we think we share it every day

with everyone who comes our way

and yet we lock it up at night

and hide it from our own delight

So that is what I say to you

and me, and them, because it's true

the love you cannot find in him

or her or them has always been

denied to you because its true

you never ever have loved you

so how could he or she or it

come to your rescue think of it

think of what you're trying to do

just know your dream cannot come true

unless you truly do love you