Polarising with life. Facebooking..shopping..driving..strife. Driving The scythe. Deep into wounds, so trife. To unravel and button, deep emotional addictions glutton. To make ripe.
Then.
moving right along, deepening the haunting, sober song..
of stubborness caught, in relationships prong- held close to flame, all what wasn't right. All the wrongs. Like charcoals, pressured diamond song. The sight.
of seeing,
who woulda felt, to knew? What can be known, what goes unsaid-said un, done and made anew! All petty hurts, arrogant blames and insults fall away
because there is a warm, dark man whose heart has been turned your way. Again.
Now knowing, that the love is always greater than the ego who be showing
all the buttons, ways and triggers: like hairline fractures, who'd have figured? That he carves up weaknesses, in order to deliver. His own soul, in life's reflection.
Twoo
find the Self, that is grander and bigger
I'd sooner share pain, and laugh and rage through-
than quiver
or shake in the light of challengers fate
then to dissolve and shiver.
In
two again or more, that (was) relationships karma
to deliver.
Four, standing 5 or even more: elements, all lined up spinning and twirling and waiting for more. For volatile chemistry to work, one must know the rules- and forewarned be, let disclaimers set. To know me is to know yourSelf. And to know we are not, and know nothing, and then something else again.
That's what my heart years to do.. as lovers, as mates.. or even as friends.
But applying this cycle, these spun circling pikelets
of wild foraged abundance to spiritual disciples
again and again from, the endings to worlds finest:
Beginnings and then dying death tamed and birth wildest
to re:know the truth, concerning anger and pain
to re:know the truth concerning playing hearts game
and to re:meet me there, in the field beyond blame

so we might both re:establish a (we) heart centred flame