I used to think I had a thing for feet and then her feet didn’t fit that mold but she was the mold so what do I know?
I used to think I preferred dark hair to light but now I prefer your hair.
A dancers body seemed ideal, maybe some thunder thighs, but a body that fits is truly is the best body.
The geography of you is a constant conversation with God.
Better than green or blue, Eyes that show me are the best eyes.
And I fell, and you smiled because you knew.
When I love beyond what I think I like I find what you are. I find your curves and your back roads, I discover your churches and hidden temples, and I know why we should all lose ribs for you.
Like the breath that breathes life into me.
Like love that is always found.
The soul knows what it wants.
The challenge is the mind.
Be still and know that I am God.
This awesome dream of truth.
constantly unfolding before my very eye;
before that eye – the I – which sees and knows all
& the inside – on and on
is always bringing me right to my heart
Right to you.
Where I have rested and rose eternally.
Rising and resting in what I can’t explain.
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.
A body with no form. Feel.
I don’t hear because I have ears,
I have ears because I can hear.
The gift always precedes the reward.
I don’t love because I have you
I have you because I am love.
What goes up must come down.
What is low becomes high.
Positive acts bring joy.
Negative acts bring suffering.
The results are clear.
What you once loved you no longer know.
You who were you no longer are.
It’s dark because of the trying. Relentless trying. Stop trying.
When you fall in love, they will smile, because they know.
They have always known.
Listen to your body.
Talk to plants.
Ignore the people.
Don’t live the same year 72 times and call it a life.
All you must know: is that whatever this is – is hard to come by and easily destroyed.
Right now we have this precious vessel.
Right now, day and night, without distraction I will reflect on out truth.
I will now give it meaning.
What I’m trying to say is:
I don’t care what car you drive or where you live. Who you know and what you wear. It doesn’t matter if your trust fund is unlimited.
Yes, I have imagined myself as clothes wrapped around your skin and bones, a simple life of service, protection and soft touch…
I only care about the smell that flutters from your skin. The calm that floods my raft. And when your hands are on me it is perfect.
The thing about gardens which flourish on dark thoughts is that they need constant attention
& I have better things to do.
Why do I love what I love?
I don’t know.
Where do things come from?
I don’t know.
Do I deserve it?
I don’t know.
But I will take it
as medicine, to keep my body alive
as a gift to complete this small task of enlightenment.
Whatever this is exist nowhere else on earth.
This is genius, a place, not a thing.
Beyond the edge of thought is infinity… I will never be able to see, hear, and know all I desire until I stop the thoughts and love the life.