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The one

if i were to look through the keyhole
of the pair of doors we closed long ago
and see you there looking at me
as only you can

i would throw open these doors
and run to embrace you
as if all the years between us
did not exist

my arms would be vines
wrapped around you twice
my hand finding the back of your neck
which i would inhale
for a whiff of the perfume
your body makes

gazing into your eyes
i would feel for that point
where our souls meet with such spark
where all of Creation fades
into the background of us
where us becomes the flavor of One
i would dwell there with you again so happily
the whole of me a chorus of celebration

instead i lay here imagining you
knowing our time together has passed
you are installed in me
like a centerpiece that cannot be moved
from the table of this feast
other lovers, shadows cast by your luminosity
the incendiary connection i knew with you
always out of reach

me a ghost that moves here and there
seeking but never finding an effulgent Sun
to illumine this dusty Moon

Put Down the Pen

This mind is so clever
it believed I was a separate someone
when in truth I roam this sphere of earth and air
swimming in a sea of creation
that is whole and undivided

each moving body built of energy
a choreography of elegant complexity
perfectly effortless and natural
planets and moons, stars and galaxies
tugging on each other, yearning for closeness.

Come closer still to this secret
spoken by the lips of sages
apparent all around yet buried in the heart
parted from us by thought after thought

put down the pen that keeps writing stories
trade in the copy for the original
let yourself die to what life nakedly is
unadorned by all the labels and commentary.

That which looks out from behind these eyes
was born before mind
and is the freest nothing in the Universe.