A chameleon I've become Self taught To blend And quietly fade Or to POP Stand out Impress
I know the tricks But not myself I know the types And what they like - But what I like My memory fades
Not fades But blocks It's there Deep down And now I search And some I've found Are things of which I have had fear For years and years... Buried like gold For my thirty-year-old Self to discover
What joy In finding joy In such small things. Joy and Openness of being
What use have I For one true love When I feel loved By the moon above? Love is all around and in Love is joy and peace and sin Love is want Of no-thing Love is connection With everything; Not just One other Now and forever Never to be shared With any others... Love cannot be possessed And possession cannot be Love.
Love is life Love is knowing That that life Fuels every Rock Bird Tree Cell
To realise That we are not special; Not you Not me And not your lover All of us Just like any other Humbling Heartbreaking Love.