To lose everything might provide total freedom
But it doesn’t usually happen that way
Since a person can only lose one piece of themselves at a time.
Writing is freedom on a blank sheet
Without even a dot –
This sheet appears as empty as God
Who’s been busily filling everything in.
Love is like leaving a window open
So that, suddenly, if a bird flies in –
It’s the symbol of your heart returning home.
I keep tearing off pieces of myself
And tossing them out into the dark –
Pretty soon the night will be all lit up with me –
After a certain age, sex and gender start floating off –
What’s left is much greater freedom –
It’s what you’ll see when you get close enough to look directly at God
While, later in life, you start filling up with so much love
That you can’t hold onto anything else.
God is a surprise
Because you never see God coming –
Just don’t piss in your panties
When it happens.
We all know what Truth is – when we hear it –
It’s shocking –
Especially to the person who first expresses it.
We all know what Love is –
The sweetest thing ever –
Even more than the earliest appearances of mother
And, certainly, more than an elegant blue Tiffany box
Containing the hoped-for gift of our dreams.
Beauty is on the rise, too, isn’t it?
Coming in like the tide –
A surprise to be opened first thing in the morning –
Discovering the friend you’ve waited your entire life to meet –
And it’s you! –
The person you never expected to encounter “face to face.”
Sometimes, people come into the world surrounded by radiance –
With the kind of beauty that shows they’re one of God’s best friends –
They stay awhile – but aren’t recognized by anyone –
Even though they’re “seen,” in passing, by literally everyone.
You can identify them by the spiritual “odor” they leave behind –
When, later on, you start wondering –
Really, who was that?