The world I walk through is a deep cavern 

filled with cool air and brilliant water.



I jump from puddle to puddle weeping

at all the wonders my little chasm is filled with. 


My feet carry me in syncopated skips to those small funnels 

where the invisible breeze tickles and sings in my ears. 


My breath gives me pause to reminisce on how lucky I am. 



These various rhythms of enthralling fascinations 

leave lasting echoes that reverberate off my cavernous edge 

feeding upon one another,
until the cacophony is too painful for me to ignore. 


                                                              ­                            I must rest until it passes.

...Walking with you
                                   ...that steady pace you take...
                              
                          ­                       resonates against my walls. 


All I have to do to is match your step 
and
marvel at how the echoes sync 
with every one of your resounding steps. 
 


Each in turn, building upon the last into a glorious orchestra. 

They shake my stones until one little loose rock comes plummeting down.



In its stead,
               a wondrous beam of light shines radiance through my dusty air. 


                                                       (sfumato)
    
My all enveloping world is no longer.

I know there is more for me,
                                                   far away.


A world of light, 

       A world of joy,
                A world of love
                          Out beyond these beautiful walls. 



...I am weak
                                                          an­d my world crumbles

                                      from the beauty your footfalls have left on my soul

the last thing you want
is a dying wish

I just realized,
my love is unconditional.

I do not keep my tiger love caged in my heart,
awaiting the day you unlock it from its silent captivity.

I do not envelope my childish love in a colorful plastic ball,
floating only on a steady stream of your affection.

I do not lay my heavy love on a bed of nails,
praying that not one spike protrudes

My love does not bite its nails
in anticipation of your call.

My love does not boil
in heated angst for your touch.

my love is.
It just is.

It sits happily in my chest,
with a smile that knows.

It just knows.

I would say you have my love,
but that would be a lie.

It rests, in joyous surrender
where you left it.

It is my guide when I explore the mysteries
deep inside of me.

My love is your gift.

I surrender the rest of my life
to ruminations on its wonder

so that I may learn to gift it as you have:
freely, patiently... unconditionally.

There is a moment that repeats throughout my life.
Every time I encounter it,
I am brought to tears of wonder.
Both sad and happy
Free and also confined,
I begin to remember all the amazing things I have done
All the beautiful things I have seen,
And a thought forms...
I realize...
"I know nothing..."
            ...
And I am lifted...

As he sails around  

eyes blurred by the motion of the world as it whizzes by

                                    
                        ­                                                               A smile escapes him
Not even the wind can chill his mind
From the rolling boil of the ecstasy
Which bubbles and dances in his shell

                                             The greens, the blues

                                     The fresh air burning his cheeks
                                 The rushing wind pummeling his ears
                                           All play the song of life

                                                                ­                        For the first time
                                                                ­                    He can hear it in all its
                                                                                       syncopated glory

He exists

And finds solace in being lucky to exist

                                                         
In this life…

                                                    On a bike…
  
                                                                ­                                      Going home
                                                            ­ …