We keep looking for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
We keep pointing to things outside ourselves, saying this is it!
We keep chasing, stumbling and grabbing
shaking and demanding the secret
This rigged game
Even the kings and queens cower in their beds
insecure and unknowing
Living outside our heads
No, dreaming is not a bad thing
The fault lies in thinking there is an exception
a magician’s slight of hand
that will get us there
Where?
There is only here
We are all in this small room together
Can you feel it?
The gentle shimmer of leaves in the wind
The thought of hot breath against young flesh
The ebb and flow of a thundering heart
When I forget to forget
The bright dark luminescence of a fall dusk
when every outline seems crisper
and noises slow in the thick air
When you are alone
revealing yourself to yourself
as if awakening again,
saying hello to an old friend
Or when you are with a lover
consecrating, celebrating
twisting and inhabiting mind and body
kaleidoscope smear and sparkle
telescoping consciousness
to the earthy smell of sex
Embrace the Paradox 