Wrecks of Ships And Dreams

Do you know I am with you?
Feeling your pull
throughout this cycle
I am breathless
amazed
reduced by its simplicity
exploded by its complexity
my mind has no tools to convey
to you for you with you
save that I know
what you feel
is what I feel
this divine pool of spirit
wellspring to the infinite

Our separation is no illusion---
made real by Spirit
chosen child of the new beginning
we have made our way round
round
round
round
suffering on our way to this promised land
now learning that the suffering is no longer necessary
nor promised
save what it births
this age
whose egg has gestated within us collectively since the beginning
as I make this odd dance around the fire that reaches into the heavens
I pull you into that which has embraced you always
known you deeply
too deeply for my mind to comprehend
locked up inside of me
bursting out
exploding
sometimes hurting
but always leveling
correcting
opening
but feeling as though you were a vision
an illusion
or dream.
Our presences together
scatters illusion
brings the truth to its center

We are both as we dissolve the necessity for paradox

We are one

seperation underlining its truth

handmaiden to its deliverance.

This is the spark

before the flame

the bearer of divine paradox.

Seperate, yes

but One,

assuredly.

Separate like Particles in a vast ocean

knowing ourselvess one moment the cosmic wave

and the next the divine particle

as wave crashes upon wave,

building manifestations

Now we learn to ride the waves.

Some truths have a bitter core

it is we

transmuted by falsehood

fallen we

our tongues forget what true sweetness is

and we

teeth flashing in the night

gnashing

some cursing the Source

for how it has forsaken us (or them)

left us out in the cold

leaving us to die alone

cursing a name we have forgotten.

So each time the flame is extinguished

just as its light goes out

there is a recognition of your great magnificence

and

wordless

we come before you,

unbound,

utterly unable to bring to word or breath

our forgetfulness

wondering why we had been so forgetful of You

but just then we utter your name and remember

it was never your purpose to fully reveal yourself here

but for us to remember you

in this moment

yearning for you, like a bride yearns anciently for her groom

the sacred marriage

as you move all over us

consuming us

in your passion

your love

and longing for us

tenderly

mothering, fathering

and revealing like a lover would

with no other answer possible but this one;

love and nothing else!

We beseach your refined pose

your movement across those dark waters

readying for your lifegiving touch

yin and yang

dancing together

forgetting which is which

as two become one.

So if I have come here to tear apart each life looking for you

if I have made wrecks of ships and dreams

then I have done so

out of knowing

there was One

I had to have....

and your prayer has been upon my lips

for millenia

driving my purposes

my anger

my distrust

and finally

surrender.

Bearing my dissapointment

over and over

like a bad dream

within a dream

I turn and see you

and something inside of me unwinds

like some vast spring

I lose myself

as everything I invested in unfolds

and falls out of my being like bolts of cloth

made for a man who must now become naked before his beloved

so that nothing stands in the way of them.