I DO LOVE YOU

good night my love

I DO LOVE YOU

he says as he turns out the light

but what does that mean?

i just want to be seen

when i try to express

my distress

about how you bless me

with your absence

when i say,

where were you when

you say oh no

away i must go!

you disappear

something hit near?

but the question is clear

so what is love

if you are always above?

tell me, dear

i’ll lend you my ear

when you disappear

what is it you fear?

but instead

you go dead

and up lifts the head

theories and talks

ideas, of

compassion and bliss

but if you can’t walk the path

then somethings a miss

if you can’t stumble

and stagger

but only can swagger

glide into a room

alight with insight

picked up from a book

you read in the night

mysterious, vague

the right kind of precise

with a sweet, soft glance

and a touch so nice

who could resist

such a sweet kiss

with promises

of high-minded bliss?

if the rocks and the rain

earn a composed disdain

if the tears and the joy

miss you, oh boy

and your life passes you by

without the doing the work

down here on earth

because you’re afraid of the hurt

because sometimes there’s pain

tears, rain, storms, forms,

thunder claps, relapse,

it’s really insane

if your life passes you by

without doing the work

what was the point of a human birth?

tuck your heart back

between sharp shoulder blades

sew it up tight

with logic and rage

but whenever its stirred

the anger in there

oh lover,  beware

pulling back, push away

oh what a dance!

the darkness inside

granting despair

what we hide never hides

so here it is

showing up again

the way we respond

to the ones we call friends

so pain rules the day

but it’s the same damn play

the actors have changed

maybe you’ve rearranged

different hair, a new belt

you maintain your bad luck

is just the hand you’re dealt

but i’m telling you, sir

there is another way

to rewrite the play

walking into a brave, new day

to feel in the rain

when it pours

down your back

your hopes down the drain

your life in the crack

soaking you wet

like the coldest sweat

you don’t disapear

you wash your soul clear

walking along,

sing a sad, sad song

to the nightingale

to the owls, to the sky

singing your heart out till you feel you will die

you bend and you sway

like a willow in wind

but continuing on

you still look within

and the night becomes dark

your clothes like ice

all alone

and the woods don’t feel nice

nothing is there, and no ones around

but still your feet walking

on such hallowed ground

such is life

that’s how it goes

in the dark

as times slows

broken, beaten, wet and cold

but deep down inside

becoming more whole

because that is life

and why we’re on earth

this work is why

you chose human birth

if you were meant

to be in clouds

floating, flying,

high above the ground

in one simple word

you know what you’d be?

something with wings and a beak

in one word,

a bird

but, here you are

with two arms and a heart

you’re not a turtle

stuck in a shell

hiding inside

your own personal hell

so why pretend

locking up tight

poking your head out

and saying alls right?

you were given insight

guts, skin and bones

confusing experiences

underlying tones

people in pain

doing painful things

and all of these gifts

these situations

“it’s not me

it’s you”

- come on,

now

is that really true?

we all co-create

from our inner state

if you’re not aware

what’s lurking in there

or can’t be bothered

to really care

then don’t be surprised

when i see the disguise

placed over the pain

tucked down inside

and wish you the best

as i turn to the west

and sink my soul into tranquil sunsets

the thing you run from

the feelings you shun

these are your tools

to break down the walls

to break down the theories

so you can run through the halls

feeling life as it comes

in your bones, guts and heart

the clearest of souls

shaking off the dark

so what do we do

when life churns the world?

keep diggin my dear

look for the pearl

into your belly

into your core

take yourself back

reclaim your center

and begin to unpack

you’ll be surprised

what’s lurking in there

the unconscious ways

the ideas declared

we think we know

but what a mess it becomes!

until we face

what keeps coming up

the world outside

comes from within

so is it time yet

for the journey to begin?

ah here we are

willing to look

one page at a time

re-writing your book

nothing to do

no one to be

all that is needed is

willingness to see.