If

If a life of servitude toward the inner purpose of man,
Rising upon dawns' free breath flowing unto heaven;
If in bearing thought wisely as to natures own cursor
I become what my birth intended me to,
I stand to welcome the vessel of time itself in me.
Greeting the blessing and its challenge of being.

If as provided by the forces of humanity surrounding,
Salted tears dissolve as sea gestures to the tides;
If in wearing the abode of gracious patience anew
I teach myself the words I learned to bear,
I push forward the notion of love beheld thereof.
Resigning unto the gifts and pleasure it brings.

If as solemn night shows witness's infinite domain,
Striving to become a wiser setting sun defined;
If in knowing lessening brings it together undivided
I beckon its resolve to know me more perceptively,
I entrust willing shelter of spirit unto my song.
And hereupon call it my one and only life.

Mystery

Mystery I want to swing in you
Holding the tidings of unknown
there upon my tidings a floor
dancing between the huddled
there and back again though younger
touch inside the gracious newness
of me that I never and always knew true
unafraid to love again below the skin
same as I trouble becomes prison free
to speak of selflessness anon
I give up throne wonder of speech
to show the one thing that holds me
My messenger so deeply you brown hair
I know how to care, I know who you seek
forlorn the days that told wisdom ignored
and by the by whispered leave it now
life breathes this treasure as I see it
growing into my body anew
Take but the solid tears of the path
forgotten, take the long days
and flush them with breath
My grip is but a burden , never take hold of mine.

I want to get out of here.
Pack an over night bag,
and hide out in love.
Wrap myself in some one's lap
put my head down and just cry
if I want to.
If even for a while.
Sometimes I choose respite in a bottle
Just to change the scenery,
Just to change where I am for a while.
Knowing full well the consequences.
Im a change junkie.
Im a love junkie, addicted to
The essential nature of being.
Time 'out' is both impossible
and strict against me.
Calling, beckoning me ever
Into a hole of peace.
The 'to do' list is longer than
the 'what's been accomplished today' list
and grows like an automatic
boobie trap just to spite my willingness
to obey its orders.
As static augments itself in billows
around my head,
Its dizziness making me hide or run.
Either way, all I can truly do is
Take it full blown in the chest,
"take it like a man" as they say
No room in my society for quiet
contemplation with exception of a two AM.
No room for giddiness just for the
stupidity of fun.
Sign this, stop here, go now, turn left
and go on .................
well, Ill go, straight on out into
the universe where holding
understands me, where the breeze is free
where direction doesn't matter
where the big heart of unity pulses steadily.
ahhhhhhhhh.