You wanted me to write you an email
You, the woman who I told the truth to
the one who I don’t know
who has nothing to lose
the one in the fairy tale
a traveler
a marvelous maiden
who seems to be good at asking questions
the ones I don’t really want to answer

the moon is up above us smiling down
telling us that what we need to do to grow and learn
It is already spilling out all over the world in shiny rays of white hope
filling our dreams with images and light
giving us energy to carry on
inspiring us to new dimensions

Is this what you wanted to hear?
how I am optimistic
about living a lying
lying in life
running from the obvious
seeking the sublime
pulling magic out of darkness
and hiding in the shadows of love

this is life and it is happening
whatever happens in it is beyond me
but I embrace all of it
avoiding some of it
ducking for cover
looking for a safe place
where things will start making sense
and the mistakes of the past
will gently fade away into a better future

This is an email that contains
No content
It is empty
Devoid of all meaning

It symbolizes nothing
And asks for
Nothing
In return for
Nothing
That is being offered
To no one

In fact
If you said
It never happened
It wouldn’t be far
From the
Truth

But yet
Something is
Happening
Between two people
Do you know what it is?
It is more quite than a
Whisper

But you can hear it
Inside
If you close your eyes
And go deep
In your heart
And feel that tender
Longing
To come home
To love

Its here
I know you feel it
Because
you know
There is only one heart
And we
Are it

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

The pathless path asks for nothing
from no one

With the eyes of a child
setting out on a mossy carpet ride of soft tranquility
discovering that I’ve been here before
that there is nothing to get.

There’s nothing that I have
to do
in order
to do
what it was I started
in the first place.

I’m already here
in this familiar déjà vu
falling down dizzy
jaded and crusty
a salty piss drunk sailor
trying to find his way back home
caught in an endless cycle of false starts
and broken promises
tangled up struggling
in a pile of smelly old nets
wishing the big  boat
would take me away.

There is really nothing I can do to help you.

Except to remind you that you’re already here
And that no one is doing any of this “me-ing”!

It’s just what’s happening!
Beautiful and pointless
Divine, ecstatic and utterly simple!

You say to me “keep opening your heart”

I say

There is nothing to do to keep my heart open
There is nothing to close

I am alive

There are no moving parts
There are no walls
There are no doors
There is no separation
There is just this living being
Connected to all that there is
In this

There were stories I told
There are stories I can tell
There are stories that could be rewritten
And then there is just dropping
the story
Completely

Mostly it seems that the best thing to do
Is to say less
About all of it
To be in the silence
As words don’t really mean anything
Especially the conversation
That says that my heart is closed
That the love that is here
Always
Is limited in some way

By the mind
That is imagination
By illusion
That is nothing

The story of the closed heart
is what it is
A story

Feeling compassion for the story
of not love
Where does it come from?

It comes from love
Wanting to be loved

It comes from love
Asking for love to be more loving

In order to feel love
from the love

That is already
Love

Is it possible for love
To be any more love
Than love already is?

Resting in contemplation
Feeling the heart

Taking a deep breath
Feeling the heart

I am aware
I am open
I am love

I have a new valentine this year

It is the One
It is right now
This breath
This life
This existence
Right here…
this…
All of this…
Oneness

Love of the One that never fails
as it is always the One
It is the love without time
without limit

Nobody and nothing can take it away as it is not separate
So there is nothing to do to give or receive
It is already always happening

Dissolving in an instant giving over to complete intimacy
Folding into this moment continuously as it is
All contexts of love are contained in the One
Self love, unconditional love, divine love are all illusive patterns
Fables of the mind, dressed up with noble intention
Human imagination does what it does
sometimes that means creating dreams of painful separation

Shifting is simple and yet a choice that’s rarely ever made
Relaxing the focus on external validation
Surrendering to this moment completely
Engaged awareness
Energy transmission
Complete connection
Being oneness with the One

There is nothing to do to complete the circuit with the One
There is nothing separate from the One
Only perfect oneness with the One

I am in love with the One
Which is the same thing as loving Me

It just happened
Two people who gave up on giving
Tired of trying
Tried of lying

Feeling warm tender glow within
Radiating outward
Comfortable in our skin
Telling the truth
Aspects of ourselves connected
Aligning and dancing into joys night

Wholeness and wholeness
Equaling divine loving energy

Complete in the moment
Not asking for permission
Not making demands
Nothing to get
An outpouring of love
Refreshing and alive

Letting go into the tender place that isn’t felt enough
Stillness and calm wash over me

I see the ache in my heart gently drift away
Dissolving with you in my arms

There is nothing to work on

Wholeness needs no repair

There is nothing to attain in breathing