Have I finally suffered enough to see Now as really always (both effect and cause)? Nothing in my pocket nothing in my hand No smoke no mirrors and nothing up my sleeve This is it and this is what is left to me That understanding is not to understand
The letting go of what really never was Is like leaving to come or coming to leave This essential potential which still can be Though ragged by the roadside still can be found Gathered from the ashes and sacrificed at Bonfires of my vanities I dance around My burnt offerings the smoke by which I see The crossing is the focus of clarity
As I have no future so I have no past As death becomes nearer life becomes dearer I just want to slow it down and make it last As each night fades away each day comes clearer And what I touch has never been touched before This moment which is the crossing: I see that Now is always true no matter who thinks when This being the ultimate I have no more
Now is always the beginning of the game Once dealt the cards have to be dealt with this way Whether fifteen or fifty it is the same Crossing: the point at which all intersects now Balancing on the brink between night and day Before after always and never somehow
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
thanks,
Dan
God Bless,
Lew