the road is long
also it is winding
the thoughts are strong
our love it is binding
no-thing to go wrong
with tolerance we are finding
to be is where we do belong
our selves so so simply reminding
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
the road is long
also it is winding
the thoughts are strong
our love it is binding
no-thing to go wrong
with tolerance we are finding
to be is where we do belong
our selves so so simply reminding
my mantra
is your name
that’s right
my mantra is your full name
in meditation
i chant your name
in presence
i resolve your name
it is as if
your name holds
the beauty of love
to be shared forever
now that we have revealed
in plain sight so to speak
that we are two
who might we be
in the present moment
maybe niet
we could share
the presence of darkness
yes one day
we could dwell together
in the spacious consciousness
of sublime love
what did i give
what do i have to give
is my not letting go
your way
of having me let go
are my repetitive words
troublesome
do my escapist thoughts
leave you altogether underwhelmed
what did we have
that it cannot be recovered
you gift me your anxiety
in couplets
and triptychs
you gift me your love
through echoes
and vibrations
you are simply being
in the beautiful truth
beyond explanations
yours is the mantra
which continues
to chime repeatedly