Dreams of Love
on this journey may the good lord guide us
and may the goddess dance beside us
when you wrap your arms around me
when you take me close and say
that you're so happy and so glad you've found me
you take my rainy days and make them go away
- sinead o'connor - dancing lessons
For this is wrong, if anything is wrong:
not to enlarge the freedom of a love
with all the inner freedom one can summon.
We need, in love, to practice only this:
letting each other go. For holding on
comes easily. We do not need to learn it.
- Rilke (Requiem for a friend - 1909)
Be always thus before me, You dear, peerless, sacred one. Let us go upward together, You and I--as if up to the great star, each leaning on the other, each reposing in the other. And if sometimes I have to let my arm fall from Your shoulders for an interim, I fear nothing: on the next height You will smilingly receive the tired one. You are not a goal for me; You are a thousand goals. You are everything, and I know You in everything; and I am everything and direct everything Your way in my moving-toward-You.
- Rilke's Florence Diary
lovey dovey lovey dovey all the tiiiime!
Love is all there is
it makes the world go round
Love and only love,
it can't be denied
no matter what you think about it
you just won't be able to do without it
- Bob Dylan
Now all the fingers of this tree (darling) have
Hands, and all the hands have people; and
More each particular person is (my love)
Alive than every world can understand
And now you are and I am now and we’re
A mystery which will never happen again,
A miracle which has never happened before—
I have just three things to teach:
Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
You return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
You accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
You reconcile all beings in the world.
- Lao Tzu
We are people who need to love, because
Love is the soul’s life,
Love is simply creation’s greatest joy
Through the stairway of existence,
O, through the stairway of existence, Hafiz,
Have you now come,
Have we all now come to
The Beloved’s Door.
Now like a singing air creature
I feel the Rose
My heart turned to effulgent wings.
When has love not given freedom”
When has adoration not made one free?
Giving life to all life,
Moving all creatures,
Root of all things,
Washing them clean,
Wiping out their mistakes,
Healing their wounds,
You are our true life,
Awakening the heart
From its ancient sleep.
-Hildegard of Bingen
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field, I’ll see you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make any sense.
My heart was split, and a flower
Appeared: and grace sprang up;
You split me, tore my heart
Open, filled me with love.
You poured your spirit into me;
I knew you as I know myself.
Speaking waters touched me
From your fountain, the source of life.
I swallowed them and was drunk
With the water that never dies.
And my drunkenness was insights,
Intimacy with your spirit.
And you have made all things new;
You have showed me all things shining.
You have granted me perfect ease;
I have become like Paradise,
A garden whose fruit is joy;
And you are the sun upon me.
My eyes are radiant with your spirit;
My nostrils fill with your fragrance.
My ears delight in your music,
And my face is covered with your dew.
Blessed are the men and women
Who are planted on your earth, in your garden,
Who grow as your trees and flowers grow,
Who transform their darkness to light.
Their roots plunge into darkness;
Their faces turn toward the light.
All those who love you are beautiful;
They overflow with your presence
So that they can do nothing but good.
There is infinite space in your garden;
All men, all women are welcome here;
All they need do is enter.
- the Odes of Solomon
The drunkards are rolling in slowly, those who hold to wine are
The lovers come, singing, from the garden, the ones with
The I-don’t-want-to-lives are leaving, and the I-want-to-lives
They have gold sold into their clothes, sewn in for those who
Those with ribs showing who have been grazing in the old
Pasture of love
Are turning up fat and frisky.
The souls of pure teachers are arriving like rays of sunlight
From so far up to the ground-huggers.
How marvelous is that garden, where apples and pears, both for
The sake of the two Marys,
Are arriving even in winter.
Those apples grown from the Gift, and sink back into the Gift.
It must be that they are coming from the garden to the garden.
Outside, the freezing desert night.
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
Cities and little towns, everything
Becomes a scorched, blackened ball.
The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
But the real news inside here
Is there’s no news at all.
Your angel makes camp
Near those who are brushed by awe
Who taste and see your goodness—
Happy are they who trust you
Holy ones, be awestruck in God
And you’ll want nothing more
Young lions crave and go prowling
But those who seek you are satisfied
Come, children, listen to me
I will teach you how to fall back in awe
Who has a passion for life
Loves every day and exults in happiness?
- Psalm 34 (Norman Fisher, Opening To You, Zen-Inspired Psalm translations)
How precious is your kindness!
And those who seek your wide wings’ shelter—
They will be satisfied with your provisions
They will drink the delights of your streams
For you are life’s wellspring
You are the light within the light
- Psalm 36 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- Wm Shakespeare
I sing a new song to you and the earth sings too…
Day by day announcing the utter presence of things…
You are each place and each thing
And nowhere and nothing
No praise and all praise
No word and all words
Recognize this light and this power
Bathe your face in the luminous circle of its named
Place your body there, making it a gift—
I offer you this life
In the beauty of the dappled world
Trembling before you
Earth’s utter presence
Let the heavens rejoice
Let the earth dance
Let the sea churn with all the life that’s in it
Let the fields burst with plenty
And the trees of the forest brim with dignity
In song to you who comes with justice
Who comes with the sweetness of truth
- Psalm 96 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
- Wm Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- Wm Shakespeare
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
- song of Solomon 2:8-16
your lightning flashes through the world
the earth is convulsed at the sight
mountains melt like wax at your presence
- psalm 97 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
protect me from fear
for I place my trust only in you
my soul has said, “You are my guardian
sole foundation of my happiness
and I will find my delight
in all that is yours on earth” …
You, only you
Are my share and my cup
You have drawn my lot
And it has fallen out agreeably
Lovely indeed is my estate
My heritage is pleasant to me
I bless you who brought me this day
And even at night in the trying times
My trembling body is tethered to you
Your presence is always before me
In all the deeds of my hand
I will not be shaken from it
So my heart rejoices
My spirit is glad
And my body rests secure
For you will not abandon my soul to the darkness
You will not suffer me to be overwhelmed in terror
You will teach me the path toward life
- Psalm 16 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
A woman is so frail and you remember her
A man so small and you think of him
In you woman and man become as angels
Crowned with a luminous presence
And you have given them care for the works of your hands
Placed the solid ground under their feet…
- Psalm 8 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
like bees from a hive in the sunlight
only you live, blessed, my rock
exalted, my protection
only you who lifted me up
and placed all my hatred under me
you who saved me from hatred
and lifted me high above it
who anointed me with loving-kindness
- Psalm 18 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
there is no speech, no language
their voice falls silent
yet the music plays everywhere
to the end of the earth its clear notes float out
to the end of the worlds the words pronounced
become a tabernacle for the sun
that comes out like a bridegroom from his chamber
a robust runner to run his day’s course
to the end of the heavens he races
and back again he returns
and there is nothing hidden from his heat
your pattern is perfection
it quiets the soul that knows it
and its eloquent expression
makes everything clear
so that even the simple are wise
your ways are upright
making the heart glad
your distances are clear
washing out the eyes…
what you require is just
for it is nothing but the truth…
may these words of my mouth
and these meditations of my heart
be acceptable to you
my rock, my release.
- psalm 19 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
your flame kindles all that lives and breathes
and you are the motive force of all activity
the yearning of the grasses, the lovers’ ardor
- psalm 22 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
who can rest in your tent?
Who can stand on your mountain?
The one who walks upright
Does what is good
Utters true words of the heart
And does not deceive with the tongue
Who does no harm to a neighbor
And never reproaches others
Who sees crookedness for what it is
And honors the truth that flows from you
Whose word is firm even in difficulty
Who gives asking nothing in return
And does not seek advantage
At the expense of the innocent
- psalm 15 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
you are my shepherd, I am content
you lead me to rest in the sweet grasses
to lie down by the quiet waters
and I am refreshed
you lead me down the right path
the path that unwinds in the pattern of your name…
you prepare a table for me
in the midst of my adversity
and moisten my head with oil
surely my cup is overflowing
and goodness and kindness will follow me
all the days of my life
and in the long days beyond
I will always live within your house
- psalm 23 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)
Go, eat your bread with joy and drink your wine with a merry heart, because it is now that God favors your works. At all times let your garments be white, and spare not the perfume for your head. Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of the fleeting life that is granted under the sun. This is your lot in life, for the toil of your labors under the sun.
- ecclesiastes 9:7-9
Set me as a seal on your heart
As a tattoo on your arm;
For stern as death is love,
Relentless as the nether world is devotion;
Its flames are a blazing fire.
Deep waters cannot quench love,
Nor floods sweep it away.
- song of songs 8:6-7
let us love in deed and truth
and not merely talk about it
- 1 John 3:18
Your love is a great mystery
It is like an eternal lake
Whose waters are always still and clear like glass.
Looking into it you can see
The truth about your life.
It is like a deep well
Whose waters are cool and pure.
Drinking from it you can be reborn.
You do not have to stir the waters
Or dig the well.
Merely see yourself clearly
And drink deeply.
- Lao Tzu, interp. By William Martin
It is good to know strength
But always return to flexibility.
If you can cradle your beloved in your arms
In nurturing kindness,
Love will flow through you.
It is good to work for change,
But always return to what is.
If you accept all things whether painful or joyful.
You will always know
That you belong to each other
And to the Tao.
- Lao Tzu, interp. By William Martin
Your love requires space in which to grow
This space must be safe enough
To allow your hearts to be revealed.
The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love we receive, the more love we shine forth; so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of loving is.
And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love for, mirror-like, each soul reflects the other.
- Dante Alighieri
Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields
And all the craggy mountains yields.
- Christopher Marlowe
O, my luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O, my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
- Robert Burns
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight…
I love thee with the passion put to us
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Search we sky or earth
There is nothing out of Love
Hath perpetual worth:
All things flag but only Love,
All things fail and flee;
There is nothing left but Love…
- Christina Rosetti
When our two souls stand up erect and strong.
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening winds break into fire
At either curved point, -- what bitter wrong
Can the earth do us, that we should not long
Be here contented! Think. In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved, -- where the unfit
Contrarious mood of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a way
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
with all the forces of the universe you created, we pray for harmony
and true happiness as we forever grow young together
- Cherokee prayer
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held in shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
- William Morris
Give all to love
Obey thy heart
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly: what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
- the fox to the Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Expury
Listen! I will be honest with you. I do not offer the old
Smooth prizes, but I offer rough new prizes.
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid-up stores.
However convenient the dwelling,
You shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port, and however calm the waters,
You shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you,
You are permitted to receive it but a little while.
Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before you,
The long brown path before you leading wherever you choose.
Say only to one another:
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law:
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
- Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open Road
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There’s nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
Made of redness? It has no resistance
Nothing can help me but that beauty.
There was a dawn I remember
When my soul heard something
From your soul. I drank water
From your spring and felt
The current take me.
You that love lovers,
This is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form, love
Made this form that melts form,
With love for the door,
Soul the vestibule.
Watch the dust grains moving
In the light near the window.
Their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
But we’re all dancing to it nevertheless,
Directed by the one who teaches us,
The pure joy of the sun,
Our music master.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
How blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste of this minute
Of eternity. We are pain
And what cures pain, both. We are
The sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute,
So we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
The stars come up spinning
Every night, bewildered in love.
“How long do we have to do this!”
Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum
That calls us to that.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love;
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
And another thing. Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not the breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion… That is just being “in love,” which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Louis De Bernieres, Corelli’s Mandolin
oh, i'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you
on a bed
of california stars
- wilco and billy bragg singing woody guthrie
come my love come bravely to me
let your heart be still
for our time has come my tender one
to be free of will
blind on fearless love
let them wild winds blow
on all we're fearful of
then we'll let it go
- bonnie raitt singin dillon o'brian, fearless love:
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me
- WH Auden
Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy
With the things that you do
- Fleetwood Mac
Two birds bound together
Even though they possess four wings
- Chinese proverb
The greatest thing that you will ever learn
is just to love and be loved in return.
Let love rule.
- Lenny Kravitz
When we're gone, long gone,
the only thing that will have mattered
is the love that we shared, and the way that we cared,
when we're gone, long gone.
- Kierean Kane/James Paul O’Hara
I can live no longer by thinking - Orlando, As You Like It
A word sticks in the wind's throat;
A wind-launch drifts in the swells of rye;
Sometimes, in broad silence,
The hanging apples distil their darkness.
You, in a green dress, calling, and with brown hair,
Who come by the field-path now, whose name I say
Softly, forgive me love if also I call you
Wind's word, apple-heart, haven of grasses.
- Richard Wilbur
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.
- Seamus Heany
As a man and woman make
A garden between them like
A bed of stars, here
They linger in the summer evening
And the evening turns
Cold with their terror: it
Could all end, it is capable
Of devastation. All, all
Can be lost, through scented air
The narrow columns
Uselessly rising, and beyond
A churning sea of poppies—
Hush, beloved. It doesn’t matter to me
How many summers I live to return:
This one summer we have entered eternity.
I felt your two hands
Bury me to release its splendor.
- Louise Gluck
When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.
Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn't destroy.
In your presence I don't want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.
Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
seem like rusty mirrors.
You breathe; new shapes appear,
and the music of a desire as widespread
as Spring begins to move
like a great wagon.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
Zuleikha let everything be the name of Joseph, from celery seed
to aloes wood. She loved him so much she concealed his name
in many different phrases, the inner meanings
known only to her. When she said, The wax is softening
near the fire, she meant, My love is wanting me.
Or if she said, Look, The moon is up or The willow has new leaves
or The branches are trembling or The coriander seeds
have caught fire or The roses are opening
or The king is in a good mood today or Isn’t that lucky?
or The furniture needs dusting or
The water carrier is here or It's almost daylight or
These vegetables are perfect or The bread needs more salt
or The clouds seem to be moving against the wind
or My head hurts or My headache's better,
anything she praises, it's Joseph's touch she means,
any complaint, it's his being away.
When she's hungry, it's for him. Thirsty, his name is sherbet.
Cold, he's a fur. This is what the Friend can do
when one is in such love. Sensual people use the holy names
often, but they don't work for them.
The miracle Jesus did by being the name of God,
Zuleikha felt in the name of Joseph.
When one is united to the core of another, to speak of that
is to breathe the name Hu, empty of self and filled
with love. As the saying goes, The pot drips what’s in it.
The saffron spice of connecting, laughter.
The onion smell of separation, crying.
Others have many things and people they love.
This is not the way of the friend and the Friend.
My love wanders the rooms, melodious,
flute notes, plucked wires,
full of a wine the Magi drank
on the way to Bethlehem.
We are three. The moon comes
from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water
down in the center. The circle
of surface flames.
One of us kneels to kiss the threshold.
One drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face.
One watches the gathering,
and says to any cold onlookers:
This dance is the joy of existence.
I am filled with you.
Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.
There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.
Nothing in this existence but that existence.
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you're not living your truth.
Both wishes are foolish,
but you'll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love's confusing joy.
Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
into majesty. You set out
to find God, but you keep
stopping for periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.
When I remember your love,
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.
All our lives we've looked
into each other's faces.
That was the case today too.
How do we keep our love-secret?
We speak from brow to brow
and hear with our eyes.
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
They’re given wings.
Let your throat-song
be clear and strong enough
to make an emperor fall full-length,
suppliant, at the door.
I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
then ... be patient . . . then.
You've so distracted me,
your absence fans my love.
Don't ask how.
Then you come near.
"Do not...," I say, and
"Do not...," you answer.
Don't ask why
this delights me.
You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness, a candlepoint,
all reason, all love.
This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.
You turn to look, I turn.
I’m not saying this is right.
I’m a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.
What goes comes back. Come back.
We never left each other.
A disbeliever hides disbelief,
but I will say his secret.
More and more awake, getting up at night,
spinning and falling with love for Shams.
In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill
only the best, none of the weak or deformed.
Don’t run away from this dying.
Whoever’s not killed for love is dead meat.
This moment this love comes to rest in me,
many beings in one being.
In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.
Inside the needle’s eye a turning night of stars.
* * * *
You are the moon;
your darkness always a mystery to me;
still I know you.
You are the sun;
your light greater than my eyes;
no matter – I know you.
You are the earth;
the force of life emerges from within you;
your source is invisible to me,
still I know.
You are the wind;
seen only by the leaves in motion;
but I feel you; I know.
You are the water;
you flow inside me.
You are my living mystery;
I know you not, yet I know you still.
You are my journey,
to know how love exists in the cosmos.
* * * *
Switch out the light, my love.
We’ll lie together, legs entwined,
Night’s grimness beyond the panes –
senses flickering out –
dim particles of light scattering –
dreams rising to buoyancy
as if tomorrow will never be.
* * * *
A subtle weave of hopes
is love’s opening.
Deeds come next,
for love is merely borne on air
like scatterings of light.
Deeds to transduce formless, groundless love
into historical truth.
Deed upon deed,
word upon word,
* * * *
We all want to love and be loved.
Who has the knowledge of how to love? Is it taught in school?
* * * *
When the river flows beneath raindrops,
it sounds, let all go -----
While the cloudburst falls in pinpoints on the ground,
it calls, I believe in you -----
As the earth is warmed roundly by the sun,
it breathes, value without bounds -----
While wind blows through the sunlit air,
it whistles, love is in you and around you -----
Each moment whispers while passing,
listen to your heart.
* * * *
You are the blood gushing through my veins
the coursing of my heart
sustainer, the patter of my feet
beating of my hands
drum of my mind, my eyes
reaching to, wrapping around you
You, thunder, o,
lightning the quiver of my belly
you, night lifting, forcing gravity,
rotater, you bring the sun
behind nubis tears,
you walk with me ever.
Dance! O fool, I am. To the peals,
the running river, the swells,
the printed path, the echo of soft heels, soles,
the clap of a kiss,
your touch, for the longing
of night to first light's thunder,
you, the sky, me, under.
* * * *
You can become the stars in the sky,
So travel the nightways
to my bed.
Pour your star-milk
into my glass.
Bring me a star-crumble
in my sleep.
Drive up my dusty road
in your star-wheeled truck.
Take the sparks that crackle in your mouth
and blow them across my shoulders.
Rain your star-water
over my misty jungle.
Shoot across my sky,
bring me a dream.
* * * *
You in green and purple
in mist, and white,
you, the soul of creation,
you, the pregnant void,
the nothingness, the fullness,
the birther, the mother of beauty,
The jewel of all the world’s blue,
* * * *
At the end of the day
don’t you want
a shoulder to lean on
a hand to touch
a cheek to kiss?
That's what I want.
I want yours.