I am not truly alive
unless you are aliveness
for within yourself also.
The dance runs deeper
then wearage reveals.
Shoes can recount the footwork
but not about the body possessed.
Knowingness comes
whither forced or conceded
whither intended or held back
as receptacles of blessedness.
By the drum, the crucible,
the staff, or the light,
they all play as emphasis
for the way dull gives way
to sharpened.
The universe kisses you up
unbridled from memory’s spurs
digging in with intention
yet to rise up above the ride.
How glorious this is
for all cells to be churned
as preciously each cell matures
in gratefulness
as presence’s bloom.
Whatever the polarities,
they will bless us along the way.
Whatever the contradictions,
they will lead us
in discovery’s direction.
Whatever the paradoxes,
they will petal a path
of sacredness.
I share your delight
not knowing any particulars.
I want your light
to be resounding
dancing on this planet,
for as you are to me,
honors us
in spite of pretenses that abound.
There is no silence
between any of us
that does not breathe
into bending the light.
All that thus appears
offers stillness that leads us on.
Soon, it is a movie of now
without passage.
I find sacred
whatever now looks like
even as unclear feelings
ask to be understood.
I only have to continue to dance
and give way to this voiced reply;
“emotion precedes experience”.
I am to honor that
as truth in every moment
springs forth
and trust will lead me
as it has lead me to
and through you.
You, as being,
have been a provider
I cannot repay,
gifting me with worth
beyond measure.
My compliment to you,
is to live it alive
as I trust in us.
For we are not a force
of light forging feats.
The universe will bend
and twist us its way
and wring the darkness
out of us.
I accept what that will be.
I know home awaits
within every notion of now.
Grateful is of itself
the simplest as deeds.
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