Love, you are Here.
if baked in the Sun from above,
and Love’s below a sweet Dove.
The years and fears in tears, near wrong steers,
through fields of dreams nearly far,
yet distantly clear…
With the Crash; Bam; Boom; Bings
and Experience’s wise stares saying,
“Be cool. Be cool. Slow down… slow down, there.”
Oops—fingertips grip the cliff
of the vastness of cares,
maybe smaller than theirs—
Nonetheless, they’re my share.
And the slipping from Grace as she loudly declares,
“Unconditional Love! Unconditional, you hear?”
And I tried, and I tried, and I tried again, dear.
Like John Henry, I chiseled
and struck down on my tracks—
To be free is hard work, but the end was a fact.
Like Kali’s destruction, with my head in one hand,
I was burned in the fires of Love.
I was struck, then poured into a mold.
I was old—then new.
So… behold!
And you are still here.
Here—with me?
Yeah… you are here.
When the shite and the spite hit fans everywhere,
when the push was a mountain of wounds from my stairs—
You helped me clear...
And I’m grateful for your love,
as you saw fit to share.
Love, you are here.
And I am here too—with you, as you are with us.
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