The Dance is not Mine

The sun is a grace on our shoulders,
and I know not the difference between my selves.
No poetry can speak of a soul, but oh can it try!

I approach the pain (“my” pain) as flavors,
like a person slowly tasting a type of ice-cream, and tasting,
and tasting – not stopping to ignore the flavor.
And I taste the thoughts that follow,
each one deliciously subjective – Oh yes, me!

And so here it is,
this pain,
swimming in my body,
peaking on the horizon of discomfort,
Only here and now,
I watch it, and I become its lover.

And then a sweet thing happened,
The pain delivered me to their feet, in reverence,
and I see myself worshipping the precious life within them,
though I have often despised them in my sadness.

I see myself yearning to love them,
to unfold my love for them,
and to be true – to no longer play games on them.
They are too easy to trick, I say – and I’ve felt for so long that the games carry a sad cruel tinge to them.

I yearn to love them – to end our games together.
Then we will be lovers, they and I – and endlessly so.
How could this love end when “they” and “I” – when “we”, when “it” is forgiven all wrongs?

I look at myself and the world and anything,
all inside of me – the whole mess,
It’s on the table, tumbling around.
It doesn’t stop and,
from judging eyes,
it all looks cockeyed, imbalanced, wrong, imperfect,
fucked, unfair, crude, bastardly, incomplete, needing a bit more of this and that – and so it is.

But let it go,
Let it all go,
Let it go,
Let it all go – and who cares – who has ever cared.
No one has ever cared, but CARE. Truly care.
The actor who cannot leave the stage, has only the choice but to act.
Let the actor be. He plays it well. Let him be.
Let him ride the effortless wave of his personal truth.
It’s the only thing anyone can do, is it not?

Who cares where he’s going?
Love is his internal compass – and so he’s blameless.
Yes, he’s prideful, and incomplete – he knows that of himself.
And so let him be – let him find new pathways to love, that is his only goal.
He yearns to love them – to end his games with them.
He is lovely – and what a collection of attributes.
Find him in the Great One.

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