i’ll hold up the lantern
on the path we’re on
its what you do
when you can see
to help guide others
to be who they can be
hold still with patience
and love
as every passerbyer
is really just me
in various stages
and cutout forms
all the same
even the thorns
changing my view
altering perception
taking the moment
letting go of what will be
and embracing its
original conception
living life or dreaming everyday
are all the same
some might say
now is all we have
the past was just a second ago
the future is already right here
so everything is truly
all within reach
keep whats dearest
whats true closest to you
to me… if that is time
then here it is
here i am
in this moment
every moment
living, dreaming, being
smiling at what goes on
observing my actions
looking into the reflections
all with love
an incredible amount of love
for if now is all there is
if it is all just right here
then i choose to be in love
inside and out, all around
its a grand way to be
if this is all we have
debilitating thoughts of perfectionism
of someone else’s point of view
internalized and accepted
oddly enough as our own
somehow thinking that others are better
always feeling a bit inadequate
for reasons that aren’t ours
searching for perfection
when its already here
everything is just as it should be
we are as we are meant
as perfect as the flowers and the trees
as the honey that’s collected
as the changing colors of fall leaves
everything is as it should be
time to let go
that view of perfectionism
is outdated, antiquated and detrimental
to a whole self… a whole being
a whole soul
how can one embrace oneself
if we’re constantly searching
looking up and down
backwards and forwards
while overlooking the obvious…
the source, the root…
the perfection is here, now
free from defects
we are made exactly right
exactly as we are supposed to be
i am
it is
we are
perfection
letting love back in
opening up the gates
taking down the blinds
shaking off the dust
allowing for whatever to be
i am love
i have love
i give love
and now… once again…
i receive love
looking over at his smiling eyes
a reflection of me
as the sun says goodbye
perched in the meadow
listening to the aspen
a beautiful place
amidst the tall grasses
a lucid dream
so time spent with him seems
with him
or with me
its all the same
but i do like the energy
that circulates back to me again and again
a pure love
as pure as one might find
of two people coming together
without attachment
one and one is one when we unite…
thoughts of a lover swirl in my head
a migration of energy
uniting in a time and place
where my soul was nourished and fed
just for a moment
a savory introduction
attachments, attachments whatever do they mean?
the stated mores of this reality…
a brilliant connection that can never be seen
dancing around in my head like a dream…
the smells of the flowers
the gentle loving touch of a hand
being led through the thicket
by a soul in the form of a beautiful man
a sharing that was pure
not one of “placated people who play by the rules”
i had to get away
so perhaps i am one of those fools
the memory stays with me
as it always will with you…
taking shape
back in the valley
venturing down from the mountains
and away from the ocean
its all so close
yet it is still a valley, a bubble
the darkness reigns unintentionally
be sure to wear your Sunday best
pain on your mask
and join the congregation
its what you do
no harm, the don’t know any different
they all just need love too
so fit in enough…
then slowly but surely
help them see with love…
by just being who i am
who you are
who they are
who we are