the Tao of how 5/28/18

I have searched for the holy grail in her

where she is, 

there is an underground ongoing

as her fire-burning

I have followed the smoke 

from intimate conversation with her

I have sensed the fragrance of her soul

I have searched all the seasons 

of our sexual faces in reflection

I have flood-plained her land,

flash flooded her mind to no avail

to find where she is in the disguise of a sharpa

rather then the majestic of mountain, presenting 

I have created a movement of dance 

that reflects my rhythm of being with her

in my night-vision of being,

I see her light

it cast no shadow on me

for me to cleverly in reverse-direction, follow

towards her very source 

she is the lay of the land that stands me

for as much as I can claim as property

for as much as I can till 

from the richness of her soil

I am still at a loss for the source of destiny’s calling

my methods, as achievement, 

only inwardly humble me

I am secretly a mockery of my own making

for if I am candle-power

I am yet essentially wickless without her

her presence completes me as oxygen inhaled

I am of a vast forest of intentionality

rooted into her grounded unknown

as for me, I listlessly toil

searching for the imp-endings

from the unidentifieds that surround me

she is the secret to the keys that complete me

I know that I am not whole

until I am completed through her

I, in my Small-ness, 

am a failure at strangling her vastness

I come to bathe my consciousness in her absolute

to cleanse me

I hold us as parts 

yet know of our beyond as whole

but my mind for grasping

does not yet know of embrace

but immerse holds me at gunpoint of focus

yet I am the self-conviction,

not able to surrender

that I continue to objectify,

keeps me in irony

I am the slave of myself 

yet to plead with the deeps of spirit honesty

I whisper for redemption

but cannot hear my plea

I do not want the death of her or me

to be the essential key

I want weep authentically of the godsend

I want to be of the knowledge of wing

in her ever-breeze

she is deeply within me 

waiting for my clarity to arrive

for she is primal

beyond my deepest of urge

where I come to be 

beyond the know of me

once there, the we melts,

the spirit thrives on humanity

for once where, I give up the eye

for the all of that 

as our oneness . . .