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.
