Life is but a constancy
 
The temporal but deception
 
That that which is can no longer be
 
The former beyond perception
 
 
 
There she stood in my mind’s metaphoric eye
 
The alliteration which ultimately conveys
 
That though enclosed, the mind will belie
 
The mad idea which set the world ablaze
 
 
 
Yet what becomes of that tiny spark
 
To that written as water upon stone
 
The growing awareness in the dark
 
The gentle glow for you alone
 
 
 
“The world is only in the mind of its maker”
 
Spoke that which no longer sleeps
 
“You are the revolutionary world-shaker”
 
Spoke that which no longer weeps
 
 
 
And this is where I appear
 
Ready to stand before your gaze
 
And calmly proclaim, “Behold me here,
 
Enchant me in unthinkable ways”
 
 
 
Here I stand to gently attest
 
To the place you reached within my mind
 
Ready, trembling, awake, undressed
 
The space you alone could find
 
 
 
So I place within you my sacred trust
 
To wake me further from this dream
 
For here I quake with wanderlust
 
Flowing upon a conscious stream
 
 
 
An offset stare, I am utterly dismantled
 
For I hear the music of distant lands
 
That flows upon what you have channeled
 
Making relics of these hands
 
 
 
So wake me, unmake me; take me as I wait
 
To be inside, to thus confide; I cried unto the night
 
To keep from aching, to keep from breaking; making this resonate
 
To gently flow through my mind’s window; to know that I’m alright
 
 
 
“Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.”
 
Spoke a Mind, connected and wise
 
“That which suffers, is only that which resists”
 
Formed the words before my eyes
 
 
 
In the moment I perceived your form
 
Stronger did the spirit meld
 
For now I sleep in the eye of the storm
 
Sustained by every loving thought you held

(2012)

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