It does not take time For innocent waiting To turn suddenly Unknowingly Unstoppably Into the roar of love For you to then burst Into your deepest song and Cutting deep through the ego-field Self-destruct and dance… If you know what I mean.
A gentle stream born of melting snows Murmuring over time-rounded stones Is not aware of her own plunge Coming up ahead… Where it’ll tear the valley With its cascading force And, thrilled, crash free Of its previous form As the world looks on. You never know what you carry And why – Till the map of your soul Brings you to it. —
I have never told you My dears, never but now– That I want to see you Ripped apart Like sudden halves of a pomegranate And see the stunning red truth of you Be revealed even to you In the sunlight striking the bowl Of this world… For I have met your soul Even when you hid it In plain sight In your house of things Believing that the doll house was All there was to do… I saw through the peek-a-boo And through your arrangements Of immense pleasure and pain And of how hard you try To maintain the equilibrium between Throwing a party and Touching the soul of your child… Between following the clock Until the house has slept And returning then alone To your precious solitude… But a moment have you, before another sleep and another Overtakes your glorious fire! You with your riches and you With your fearful legacy and plans Is that all you will give yourself And not your own full audacity? Decking your boat with gossamer flowers While the whole ocean moans for you– Is there a greater poverty? Come, I say, spread out your finest silk Made of the throbbings of your being And wear it everywhere unabashedly… For once sit still without an answer Or books or eloquence or curtains And let it all turn into the field Where you still run wild Both arms flailing apart in freedom Enveloping the entire sky– Stopping, listening, waiting Expecting any moment To greet in tears of joy Your other forgotten self.
