I was going to send you a poem today
Because of the dance we shared last night
Because my body ached for you at the core

waking up in the early hours of the morning
unable to sleep without the gentle release
of personal self gratification

I had a poem ready to send earlier
but after I finished preparing it
I decided not to send it
and deleted the whole thing

why?

Because of ego

the monster of the depths that will ruin us
I figured I’d just be sending it to that place
that will simply devour and burp
leaving nothing
but a feeling of powerlessness inside

So I didn’t send the romantic tribute
to your womanhood and beauty

but I did write this
in it you can feel the connection
in the heart, body and aching soul

I am quite certain that
this is just a game to you
That I’m not the only player on your chess board

so instead of preparing for failure
I’ll just wander off a winner
keeping on the path
to nowhere
really fast

Morning bell rings early
it is time to sit.

Facing the wall
sitting for all beings
third eye opens wide.

Bright energy of knowing presence enters the body.

Clarity, insight and wisdom flow naturally
as the rain falls on the sloped roofs of this Zen mountain sanctuary.

Love has no moving pieces
No-thing to break
No-thing to heal
No-thing to move
grieve, give or receive

Love is everywhere
It is oneness
It is this oneness
This presence
This life

Pain and struggle begin and end with a story
The story of “I”
The story that there is choice
The story that there is something that can be done to love
The story that love is a something that can be sent or received
The story of no-thing appearing as something
In this dream
The dream of separation
In the illusion of the “I” story
Appearing in the play
Appearing in this movie
Of consciousness
In oneness

Divided by the notion of a mirror
The mirror of confusion
The mirror of not love
The mirror of love
The mirror is a story
The story that says there is something “I” can be
Is there anything for no-thing to “be” in oneness?
The story that there is something “I” can do
Is there anything for no-thing to “do” in oneness?
The mirror story is the story of separation
The mirror is a reminder that there is no-thing separate from oneness
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

Is love a stamped letter with a return address?
Is love a carrier pigeon bringing a message home?
Is love a bottle tossed in the ocean with a secret message?
Is love the “other” separate from “I”?
“Who am I?”
The “I” that appears to be able to perceive no-thing as something?
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

We tell stories to imagine a journey that cannot be traveled
Tell me where is the road to love?
Is it on the frozen tundra of winter war?
Is it a wounded body crushed under a muddy wagon wheel?
Is it a fragrant flower inviting silent joy?
Is it lovers intertwined in the thousandth intoxicating kiss?

Who is this “I” who can say where love “is”?
Who is this “I” who defines what love “is” or “isn’t”
This no-thing called love appearing as something
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

Everything we do
We do
So we don’t have to do it
That is all

Thank you for sharing the dream
That love can be sent
That love can be received
That love is someone other than “I”
That there is an “I”
That love can come back
To where it already is
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

Thank you for the reminder
That Love is already home

When I look at you
I see the world in a brighter way
The totality of togetherness is silky smooth
Easy and Dreamy

The envelope of the universe tears itself open to be in our midst
Just knowing
Just being

Walking through automatic doors
Riding invisible buses
No impediment protests our journey
Sweeping good currents
Yields into harmonious flow

We have a closeness that isn’t too close
It is a real surreal calm
We know that life can be hard
But we are not scared
Right now it is simple
Real and without illusion
Trusting, relaxing into confidence
It is what a nurturing intimate relationship should feel like

A monochrome foreign film
A European romance
A story of passion where life is beautiful, stylish and easy
With a film noir twist and a bitter sweet ending

Knowing that this may soon be over
Expectations and plans are suspended
This is the summer of love
Unabashed lust lets loose with a nighttime display of light
Yesterday I wondered if I would get too attached and feel pain?
Today I don’t care because my heart is open
I can’t be bothered to wrap it in barbed wire anymore
The barbs protect from the outside but hurt on the inside
I’m a humanitarian and philanthropist giving away my emotional wealth
If someone wants to take it
Then they must need it more than I
And I have plenty to give
So I give it away

Kissing your body slowly from head to toe
I paint and sculpt you with my hands and lips
Stopping each moment to taste your goodness
White velvet skin, sugar frosted with freckles
I sprinkle a galaxy of kisses on your body
Pink nipples discreetly request wet mouth
I see your face in erotic shadows
Your torso riding above mine in rhythm
Holding your hips, your hands grasp the wall
Dancing together in tantric ecstasy
Insides quake and explode in unison
We pleasure each other in harmonic crescendo
Dying a little death from the sensuality
Diving deep into the mattress
Heavy and wet we rest
What is left is a satisfied sleeping smile
Nestled in your curly golden locks
Eyes closed and dreaming

You are asleep in the bedroom and I am here swirling in words
Spinning and dancing images, feelings and sound
Melting in the precious embers of our glow
Getting it all down before I join you in restful sleep

Thank you for trusting
For opening up
You are a blossom.
I knew that you had a special flame burning inside you.
I did doubt at moments wondering if I had been mistaken
Had I gone up the wrong and lonely road?
But no road is lonely when you are in the company of intuition and magic
Connected to the bigger connection, to the whole picture of life.

I want to answer you, to tell you things
To take your hand and reassure you that you are not alone
That the “us” you are looking for is actually a “we”
Joining together there is an emergence, a merging.
Feeling alone and a misfit is actually a healthy reaction to
The collective unconsciousness of societal pressures.
What we choose to do with those feelings is what makes the difference

I could write encyclopedias on pain
The encyclopedia painanica
Best thing I can say is when you feel pain
Your best defense is too breathe really deep and let it keep passing through,
Trying to stop it just makes things hurt more and then it stays around longer
It rarely lasts forever
And like I always say
Feeling pain won’t kill you
But not feeling it will

You are stronger than you can imagine
Your heart is bigger than the pain that cuts it open
How else can you open a heart without “breaking” it open?
Roses have thorns, people have pain
And the depths of pain counter the heights of loves joys

You have the will and courage to continue to move through whatever arises
That is the truth.

You are at home where ever you are
The clothes on your back are the entire tent you need
Your body is the sacred alter
Your heart the embers in the warm hearth
I appreciate getting to this point with you here in this dialogue.
It is not often enough in life that we get to share the depths of ourselves
Freely and openly with judgments aside.

I don’t know you, but I trust you.

I see you in the light of the stars
A remarkable constellation
Together we are intwined in the fragrant night
Sighing softly
Caressing lightly
Backs arching
Nakedness lit by the glow of the moon

I am an artist of love!
My hands smooth the subtle contours of your elegance
Carving your figure with my hands as a sculptor carves stone
Chiseling the form of your mythic body from translucent alabaster

I am hungry with lust
My appetite remains unsatisfied
Unquenchable
Except by your presence in mine
Lovers locked in passionate embrace
Straining ever further
For just one more sweet kiss!
And then a hundred more that serve as the appetizer
Before the banquet feast of more kisses
Drinking from the wine goblet more kisses
Finishing off with a dessert of yet sweeter kisses

Shifting, drawing away, attempting to preserve this moment
It comes in and goes out with each gentle fragile breath
Each sigh, more relaxing then the last
Falling deeper in your eyes
Memories linger and the smell of you remains in my senses
Through my body and in my dreams

Your lips are an irresistible waterfall of sensuality!
Just one more sweet kiss my love!
Tearing away I will finally drift back into the night
Feeling the soft warm glow of you in my soul