I have pressed myself tightly against
the Earth, my body forming to her body,
my breath becoming her breath.
I glow every color but my own
and still I am my own. I see me
in her eyes much as she sees herself
in mine. It's clever like that.
I know its also a lie. A fabulously spun tale
of what shouldn't be and what is; a garrulous
affair begging for the mercy of fantasy to take over.
It's not like I haven't been enlightened before
I have, but I haven't. I won't, but I am.
What exists in this new world is lucent. Not in the way
that a window breaths light, but rather in the way that love
breaths truth. I have chosen not to outrun it. Why should I?
Why should you?
It captures every part of me and plays me
like a symphony. It tells my favorite story and
knows my name. It laughs with me and thirsts with me.
It is both everything and nothing. It is the energy that
wickedly steals my rest and dances at the foot of my bed.
It is part of me and apart from me. It wants me and craves me
but only from a distance. It is not chance - divine perhaps - but not chance.
It whispers to me and satisfies me yet leaves me wanting more.
It is a disciple of lust lounging in the impressionist's field of lilacs and lilies.
It is a harsh winter wind with a warm spring embrace. It is black and white.
It is clever like that.

08/24/2006

Author's Note: How easy it is to become one with the world.

Posted on 08/24/2006
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