There's always been chemistry
Whatever it is she does
She does it well
Because what I feel is not simply passion
It's something and nothing in particular
That draws me to her and fills me
It's both beautiful and terrible
Fortunately
That thing does not exist to align with our lives at the right time
If it did, it would not be so beautiful
She's been taken by someone without what we have

I have to let go
Speak truthfully
Listen carefully
To God in me and all things

The hard lingering truth
Hides beneath the tongue,
           strangling your words,
Time,
Will strengthen its grip
And **** the spirit

After all this time I'm still looking,
Which is good,
Depends on what you're looking for
And how long you've been looking,
Unless you've been waiting

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.

Setting milky orange horizon,
gazing beyond the cliffs edge,
softened by lush canopies
a river of smoke trails the echos of soft chanting,
listening, drifting,
to the sounds of a distant train

The most useful lesson
conveys itself in the shadow of your words,
hidden,
waiting for me to catch on