And yet – I fear sometimes you do not know it
And then yet – maybe in the forgiving light of some days,
Of some soft evenings
You do -
When the lilt and sway of easy nothing finds balance at the heart
Of everything
And all is possible, and time is kind.



And then - a 'when',and an 'if', and a shattering of hard light
through cold glass, and
Out again
To weave another self - become the one that holds the stuff of others
and does the stuff
Out there.

- No one else to cope or conquer
All the 'I's' rest on you - you cannot rest.
- In the fever of the day's words and words and words....
While you – slightly apart even here,
Strive for stillness
And the steady smiling gaze that lights up
The unspoken words
Between.


The wonder of it all
Searching out and up:
With much found already
Your blood and soul knowing, moving upwards through
The memories of silly shoves of playground fears and falls
Lighting them from within.
The Opening Flower - open hands and eyes for others
Others turning to look...

Gently walking with them pacing out their lives
They touch the lilt and lift
Of you.

You will give back their profound dance to their mind and eyes.
The Peripheral Vision – the little moving light that says –
listen to me
listen to me
This is your birthright -
Quietly saying – you are all power to embrace


And part

To wander in byways for all the simple certainties of drifting in the
Now:
All there is...

Now - To reach up wide and far through the thin bars
Feeling warm rain and hope and light.
The beautiful graceful stem and leafing of the logic:
Tell me who you are.

....

Maybe,

In the end,

Drifting is an important value

For you

Too...

I lay you down as gently as I know
Uncover all, and all my words
So simply fly away.

No distance now. We are the sunlight
Touch and silent ancient speech of
Leaves and rainy roads that weather back
To sky and fields and streams.

Now claim what you have been given
Run with what you are.
Roar for once the strange whirlpool of you:
My love my sweet my kindness my caress.

It is right to own the time
When that is all.  And look
Around
Around
And see the roof melt into skies
And roll into a ball the possibility of now
And throw for joy with PARADISE intent - for us
For all the world.

I want to be in that world
Where words can dance. As they were meant to -
Sideways
When they want. Sometimes in numbers,
Sometimes each to each to kiss and catch a secret
Streams made of dreams from nights
Of years ago. When things were different
And the same. Take care of them.

Take care of them.

I just stood and breathed beside a tree
The other day. Odd thing to do perhaps,
It was deep winter, he was sleeping.
A stark
oak
against
the sky.

Tried to form some words to releaf his
Dark lines.

But no
I was in his keeping.

What do I need to know you?
Only what I'm looking at right now.

Not just so called surface either;
Your dark and light bewitch like night.
Your mind of many colours, shades
The anger, frowns and fists of feelings,
Rage
And cutting edges bearing down.

But still the glorious shadow
And the light:

The adolescence of old age.