When I stop
I notice your unwavering presence
your persistence surprises me
because I neglect you.
Lovers don’t do that.

In my dreams you are there
passing through my imagination
like a genie yearning to gift me.
Your stories teach me about your desire
to interrupt my ordinary.
I even remember a few of your tales
and try to figure out what they mean
for my dull self.

I know. You don’t like me discounting my self
because when I do so
I discount you my precious one
and the awesome power of your love.

Inspire me today
a day of needed and neglected work.

You are here my love
in every fiber of my body
every impulse of my mind.

I will dive into the river of your compassion
and be refreshed by it.

Why does no one trust that I am wise?
When my words are rarely argued,
And I rarely use them to argue.
Only to show truth where there is lie.
And, by my own device, I have
The strength to allow the decision
Not to be brought, but arrived.
I only want you to look at what I see, if
You view and disagree,
Then we both learn something.
That I was wrong, and
You were right.

The sense of human

suffering is awareness:


global attention.

in the park, the homeless stamp their feet in the cold

as the snow drifts down through the city

onto leafless trees, painting winter branches

white and still and voiceless

Nomadic tribes
Surviving off
Sacred lands

Settlements, touching
Each other daily
Communities

Houses and highways
Fields and byways
Interaction

Learning about one another
Good vibes, bad vibes, no vibes
Loving, ignoring, hating

Cities, nations,
Ethnic tribes
Why?

Why not love
Why not learn to live
Why not learn to live together

Learn empathy, compassion
Learn acceptance
Study self, accept
Study others, love them

when there was rain
I tried looking at you
but it seems you've forgotten
I've tried loving you
and you don't seem to care
the pain you make me feel
I'm not sure if its worth it anymore
I feel myself fall to darkness
as my body feels light
these fleeting temptations scar me spiritually
I know the corruption has reached the depths of my soul
but this isnt suprising
I do not deny my demons
but in trying to deny myself
I reject humanity
and this itself is also life
to die isn't necessarily life
I tried looking up
and the clouds weren't there anymore
I walk falling
water falling upon me as my head is turned up
sometimes its so bitter
but this is also life
and then I understood
tears run dry until we choose to feel them
through forgiveness and understanding
our demons become compassionate
I do not deny them
and this is also living
when I say your name

Only if you know

yearning, can you understand --


my suffering, me.