A letter to my innermost

sidewalk plant

She dresses herself in the dawning doorways you must enter
She beams brilliance from the center of your being.
and then me, in the middle, afraid of, but NEEDING to articulate the truth of her being
in-separate from my being
in-separate from all beings
Heart pounding the rhythm of remembrance
growing deep and wide
as her rivers
as her ocean
day dreaming of the earth bound vessel that is I
prostrating myself before the celestial court
dancing ecstatically to the magistrates of eternity.
YOU are the one
the being of my being
the one who transfers this light into me.

love is an avalanche

Love is an avalanche
love is the tempting voice to conquer
to cherish
to let go
to die.
to be born again amidst the current material
fluctuation of to and fro
this modern man
this modern circumstantial prescription
for taming animal temptations.
love is desire
at its essence
i know because these eyes
have drawn you here
before my own divine shadowy sphere portals,
the ones that reveal
without judgment the knowing reason for life
for love
because the two cannot be separated,
where there is separation there is no reason
where there is no reason, there is no being
where there is no being life and love do not exist.
therefore choose to sit
choose to listen
choose to find reason
unravel the strands of life
to find love.
your story is tall
its a tale i believe in
because here you stand
an all mighty effigy,
the reason for being.